January 27, 2012

Iron and Wine...This One Playin' On Repeat

This one sits well on a rainy New York night as storylines float through my mind.  Raindrops like tears, slip down the window as they do her porcelain skin. Thoughts of him and who they were...all but gone. Memories that slide through her hand with ease. And then there are those...the few, the ones that linger, that will always beautifully linger. Not even wild horses could drag them away...


                    

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