Monday, 19 May 2014
Moleskine Pages- Flying Without Air
It fell out of me with a wet slippery thud. As soon as it's head cleared it tried to hurt me. I felt a curious rush of love come over me even so. What is it about me that i can love something that wishes me ill.
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