Monday, February 1, 2010

An affair, of sorts.

Red cool wine. Deepest truth, conjured forth. Finally. You are here, still. So real, just below the surface now showing your truth. It's hard to describe how much I miss you, and how conflicted I truly am.
Two loves, have I. I'm in love with a land, a place. And you, my abode. In two separate places, you are, dividing my heart.

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