Wednesday, 30 October 2013

You Taste Like Freedom.

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running down the street like water
your hand in mine we say
nothing
my mouth is filled with sand
hot skin freckled
the night air’s a slap
that tastes sweet
our feet beat the ground
your breath’s caught
in my hair we’re
flying
I don’t care
if all we do is run in circles
it’s been an honour
to match your stride
and have 
your hand
in mine.


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5 comments:

  1. Shelby30 October 2013 at 06:38

    I am obsessed with this. My goodness, the picture this paints in my mind... Amazing!

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  2. Elisa31 October 2013 at 04:22

    if all we do is run in circles ♥ ♥ ♥

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  3. Anonymous31 October 2013 at 08:26

    this is just too good.

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  4. Unknown3 November 2013 at 03:02

    "I don’t care
    if all we do is run in circles
    it’s been an honour
    to match your stride
    and have
    your hand
    in mine."

    you ethereal creature!!! xx

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