in yours, I find the holiest of permissions.
in mine, slips of paper.
and in that of this
oft cut
child-
the least of our forgeries.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
in yours, I find the holiest of permissions.
in mine, slips of paper.
and in that of this
oft cut
child-
the least of our forgeries.
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