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Tuesday, 16 June 2009

..the letters met the lovers before the bodies found their shore.

Honey, I would bend my bones if it would help. I would stop the sun from setting. I would wrestle it myself. I would drink the oceans dry, and then dig the world a well, if it would but prove my love.
Posted by fuckmylife at 20:43

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