Monday, March 2, 2015

let me build you a home

I'm dreaming of a home. Two and a half rooms for our books and our pillows and our cups and flower pots.
I'm dreaming of a home. With tiles as white as a time without history.
I'm dreaming of a home, which will be yours and mine. To stay. To stay.
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