1st.-30th.
May it be the best year yet! |
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| September September lingers in the arms of love Even as a certain crispness calls. Perhaps some fear she's not yet conscious of Takes messages as she her pleasure stalls, Embracing what must bleed, as from a wound. More frequently, she starts to feel marooned. Business bustles busily with tasks, Each answering more questions than it asks, Reminding her how life must be consumed. With Our Love |