Thinking of you in the folds of darkened night sky and passing clouds.
THERE IS A MALA WOVEN BETWEEN OUR LIPS.
Sometimes, I wish I could fly past the void that plays such tricks, and just stretch out next to you, counting the beads as starlit constellations.
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Posted on October 14th, 2009 by Khandroma
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