"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise."
Monday, October 14, 2013
cwtch.
i might not know how to define love,
how to give love
or even how to receive love,
but my body seems to recognize
what it means
to climb into a warm bed,
snuggle my body beside another's
and fall sleep,
so deep
and so sound, that
all trace of the passing day
has been wiped away.
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