Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Chasing Palettes

by land, by sea,
hit the air--waves,
fly to me.






hearts and flowers,
Mia

"Si tu crois un jour tu m'aimes "If someday you think you love me,
Ne le consid're pas comme un proble'me Don't consider it a problem,
Mais cours, oui, cours jusqu'a perdre haleine Just run, yes, run till you're out of breath,
Viens me retrouver." Come and find me."

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