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Cassandra Litten
- Chicago, IL
- Last Record: 2013-04-15 22:53:37 -0500
- Joined: Sep 02, 2010
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there’s a haze in the air when the sun is high and bright held with care between your fingers
we’re on our backs in beds of wildflowers, and night comes slowly in blues, blacks and warmth still lingers.
your body is made of stars that I’d like to wish upon and i have finally forgone the winters before you your eyes are moonlight your mouth is sunlight my hands are right to adore you.
you are the clouded heat, the perfumed wind through treetops soft and sweet, like a secret kiss.
our place is not the day or the night it is the in-between air where we lay and love is just
this.
--- <3C |
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sometimes in the morning i laugh at the way the light of the sun grips so violently to the buildings |
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in night-time splendor i want to kiss you, and in the sleepy morning, and in the shining daylight.
but in thi... |
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i've been thinking & unthinking & rethinking & then drinking & then doing it all over again <...
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Quietly, wondering eyes gaze upward to the beauty,
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I remember brightly It was raining, |
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You fell upon me with perfumed summer lips and wild-enchanted hair. Even the trees moved, bent their stubborn branches, if only for a moment, to imit... |
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I didn’t hate you when we broke up (called it quits, ended things, decided to see other people, wanted to take a break, whatever you’ve been calling it -- we broke... |
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Dance boldly but Let yourself fall apart |
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For Lena :]
For everyone
<3C
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I run my fingers through your tangles of hair; you whisper stories into my hands.
“There once were two souls,... |
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There are things that I |
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Through our entire lifespan
everything reminded me of you and everything felt perfect, because it was you and it was me, and how could it be any less than absolutely p... |
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