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Sep 2013
What does it matter to breathe, if not to have you desperately give your lungs to mine?
What does it matter to taste, if not to savour the careful ferocity of your lips?
What does it matter to speak, if not to be silenced by the declarations of your tenacious heart?
What does it matter to see, if not to look into the gentle honesty of your eyes?
What does it matter to live, if not to wake up knowing that we shall be parted only in death?
Isobel
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Isobel  Australia
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