15/03/14

What you would set fire to, I would
burn to snatch away; what you would
fling from windows in disgust, I would
swim to China just to
clasp between the very tips of
my fingers, to be
held and
loved and
lost, and forever
longed for

what you had and never saw, I would
give my eyes to feel against
my uncertain skin

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