To hold a [pen] is to be at war.

Monday, November 24, 2014

You are an island of me
Your earth is the only solidity
The only element beneath my feet
Your island is my universe
The celestial paradise where
We are two exploding stars
The only burning comets
Slaves to time that is
Bleak and never ending
Posted by Clementine. at 10:19 AM

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