Thursday, September 14, 2006

Intamace

As the wind brishes across my face, it's the olny thing that gives me the intamace I long for. It touches me so gently, soft, and slow. As it rushes across my face Im reminded of how I want to be touched, and how you used to touch me. But you touched more then my skin. You touched my heart and soul.

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