Love EchoesA Stage Play by englishoedipus
Love is to watch your lips form my name, not to hear but to see the smile cross your face as warm and inviting as a long sought after embrace. For if those lips would no more, I would henceforth be undone-missing the simple pleasures of black coffee shared before a tame white peacock.
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Added on June 29, 2014 Last Updated on June 29, 2014 |