Dec 23, 2009 19:13
You say my heart is better now, perhaps it is so as it is calm and resting, and a heart is a nesting bird. A bird that will roost and migrate when the weather wanes. Which cliff will it climb, a mess of twig and terror; feather and fatal flaw. Will you pour salt into my mouth?
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this, so very much.
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