...laughs at me, as the distance between our shores greatens. Deep coldness, marbled with the warmer scarlets we've imbued in the flow. That distant shore has never seemed further away. Each attempt at crossing hits the rocks...Make mine a double, Evviva!
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
...laughs at me, as the distance between our shores greatens. Deep coldness, marbled with the warmer scarlets we've imbued in the flow. That distant shore has never seemed further away. Each attempt at crossing hits the rocks...Make mine a double, Evviva!
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