September 2010
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“You’re the scent of the sun on my skin, you’re a snowflake in summer. Wood, rain, musk, sun, snow, earth. Your skin on mine. Your heart racing with mine. Your eyes hooked in mine. Your beauty is unfolding, and yet, so fragile, breaking into a million of pieces. Like I said; snowflakes in summer. They sparkle into the light of the sun, fade under the moon. And I sit here, waiting, loving you...
