I'm cascading, tumbling downwards.
Into you, the pool, I am the water, in this fall.
You collect, collect, collect.
And we go on and on and on in concentric circles.
Producing ripples together.
In each others lives.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tap On My Window Knock On My Door I Want To Make You Feel Beautiful
Typed by Nur R. at 8:33 PM
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