Tuesday, July 24, 2012

randomly cilok-ing #1


There are those that I will carry
‘til the last of my breath is taken from me,
those that only death can sever
or with age, a faltering memory.
And nothing else, nothing else
will cause my heart to be at fault.
I have loved you as great, as deep
as the blue waters abundant of salt.

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