Monday, September 2, 2013

Communication, silence, fraught with emotion both. Whisper to me of the serenity of hope, whisper to me of life and I will live when your arms encircle me, when your lips touch my own. You belong to me, here in my heart, you are a part of me. When you are in the room I can hear your presence as the person of hope and freedom that is waiting upon my life, waiting for me to notice.

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