Contentment
By birksy
Contentment, Oh, what a word, I whirl within twisters, and see contentment outside, as solid an object as I could hope to see. I'd shed a tear if there was time, but I'm spun around again, then black-out. And then, as calm as a summer breeze on my neck, I awake, and there you are, and there I am, too, both content. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 06:33 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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