We Will Not Know
By birksy
The wind has died, but the wind counts for nothing, what counts, is all inside for us, all between these silken sheets, we are enclosed. We will not shake from what we do, we will not know the days from nights. We will not know. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 07:59 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 16
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