taint me with your zephyrous liqueurs
and let me exhale these polished dreams,
these sunbathed isles, free of any cloud
that might cast shadows across hope,
this tiny little diamond that I hold.
hold me, a simple command, a wish;
the manifestation of fragile dreams.
They exist in twelve dimensions, but, Alas,
you are nowhere near.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
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