Only he could make her feel
the desire to be free.
She felt it in
his composed voice,
the familiarity
so imponderable, so supple,
perfectly right.
She could not help smiling.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Only he could make her feel
the desire to be free.
She felt it in
his composed voice,
the familiarity
so imponderable, so supple,
perfectly right.
She could not help smiling.
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