Friday, July 12, 2013

Ieva in Kaunas, Lithuania #118 (Love)

You won't ever love me like I love you. My love for you is so shockingly true; there's no treachery or deceit, no dissent or discord. Simple as blood in veins and birds perching with daylight on steeples. Oppressive as blue morning skies, sunlight on rocks and conquering armies; I've allowed you to cruel. That's my flesh in your teeth, my blood in your teeth.

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