A thousand times goodnight.
It is night.
Come;
We'll roll down this hill of sweet, sweet grass and let our bodies graze the ground of the unspoiled earth. Smell the soil, my love, it is thick with fertility.
"Hold me, clasp my hand"We'll watch the crimson canopy of stars 'til it blinds us with their undying light. Point at the suspended moon, my love, its roundness will ( Read more... )
Come;
We'll roll down this hill of sweet, sweet grass and let our bodies graze the ground of the unspoiled earth. Smell the soil, my love, it is thick with fertility.
"Hold me, clasp my hand"We'll watch the crimson canopy of stars 'til it blinds us with their undying light. Point at the suspended moon, my love, its roundness will ( Read more... )
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Come again, but stray today.
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