Trust
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from the sheer effort
of guarding each precious drop
in my cupped hands.
Drink from me, you shall not thirst again.
` Touch me not...
Sometimes my shoulders ache
from the sheer effort
of guarding each precious drop
in my cupped hands.
Drink from me, you shall not thirst again.
Posted by ..N.. at Thursday, May 29, 2008
Labels: Love Fool
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