Sunday, January 24, 2016

Dash, in flight






You have changed my mind about things. We were going to be kinder. Dedicated selves, more to the art of that. Present best virtues, functioning as reflections, understanding together the pleasures of light. Passion disrupts - afflicts with what seems to be believed as the incompatibility of needs. Futures are what we come from. All a running away, to exit statement. 

I say: much shall pass. Hasn't it, too 

It'll all; dissolving ever within it. 
At last, at last, this. Isn't it?

Love is sudden, too, in its departure if.

If only: you. 
If only you.




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