lips were at my ears while you breathed the stories of mine
Friday, December 11, 2009
Hours dragged. Resting was the last thing I felt like doing now. The clock stroke 3 in the midnight. A cup of hot chocolate. Rereading Eclipse. A peculiar sense of relax washed over. I felt easy in the middle of the deep night.
Hours dragged. Resting was the last thing I felt like doing now. The clock stroke 3 in the midnight. A cup of hot chocolate. Rereading Eclipse. A peculiar sense of relax washed over. I felt easy in the middle of the deep night.
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