Love

June 5, 2014

Memories I know are not my own and yet I myself see her, crazy little elf in sock feet, fine hair lit by grey plasma from the hall light behind. I see the ceiling I wrote on through your eyes while you lay there.

The thoughts of one body were transferred to another.

Too young to know what means such reckless magic.

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