Who loves me?
Who would walk through rain of glass shards or blades of wild grass for me? Who would lie with me as i watch the stars against the canvas of black and count my breath as i close my eyes to the night? Who would lace their fingers across my arm, to envelope the bruise as if it would go away? And who would fall asleep with my dream in his/her heads?
Whoever you are, could you please please please please get me that book up there? :) i know this is a pretty lame way to ask for it but i have just read an excerpt from the book and i am completely enthralled. you cannot imagine how happy it would make me just to open it up and have a small and bite-size taste of such a marvelous work of art. reading the excerpt was just like the smell of fresh flowers.
it made me place my hand over my chest because it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest.
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