Monday, November 9, 2009

Kleptomaniac

You will always live on the tips of my fingers. No matter how close we get, you will never be in my grip. I will never fully have you.

"And for once, we shared
a moment. But it was a
moment meant not for
us. It was made for
another two--two who had
fallen, two who knew,
two who had given
themselves over to a love
that was not of them."

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