Someone tie me to the end of a kite and send me his way. Into his strong, rough hands, hands that remember everything from a young girl’s hips to cold and cruel steel. Someone please allow me another look into those blue eyes. Someone please send me with the Easterly winds and let me finish what we started.
We have tigers to catch still, I think, in each other, tigers.
Tu me manques. Really really.
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