the sun has set,
as i amble through the night.
an apple has fallen out of a tree,
at my feet.
the tall grass is wet,
the apple smells sweet,
the dew licks my toes,
and i miss your lips.
-TD 8/10/07 11:00pm
as i amble through the night.
an apple has fallen out of a tree,
at my feet.
the tall grass is wet,
the apple smells sweet,
the dew licks my toes,
and i miss your lips.
-TD 8/10/07 11:00pm
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