Your sunlit eyes run towards feral harmonic.
I heard you looking from the treebones,your
breath smelt like ghosts & I'm likely to miss
you the most.
You the rambling drifter,me the gypsy pirate.
-7th December 2009
When I wrote this,I never realised how true it would end up being.
The universe works in strange ways.
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