The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
abmann

So many miles, it seems. Nothing can

So many miles it seems.  Nothing can
come between your life and mine before the ink is dry. I feel just you and I, inside my mind. Love is the arrow, fly straight and true, into this deep and fallow heart. What am I to do? What am I to do?
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