Friday, August 21, 2009

hefeweizen

a citrus slice bouyant in our brew;
our words loose,
our glances few.

yet here we are again you know;
i missed you so,
my gentle foe.

i wonder where we'll find our end
if once again
we break to bend.

*ardent*

p.s. honesty is like exhaling

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