Friday, January 1, 2010
rid
when i rid myself of the chains that bind me
i'll appear at your door
wild and sunkissed
breezy and glorious
my skin beckoning
my eyes reckoning
a queen in my own rite
and you'll pull me in your arms
and cry
"oh, how i have missed you."
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