A sprig or mint by the wayward brook;
A nibble of birch in the wood;
A summer day and love and a book,
And I wouldn't be king if I could.
John Vance Cheney
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Thursday, January 17, 2013
a love confession p 4
my mouth was broken at birth i have nothing to offer save this longing in my chest for which i would raze my world just to be with You
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