Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Warmth

Possess humility,
and the humility to understand the extent of it's integrity,
measuring this like a hand filled with sand.

This is warmth through my fingers, because today I possess beauty.
It is light, and I finally understand Sike's Scheherazade, and those bodies and how they must feel in freshly pressed clothes.

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