"There are love stories, and there is obliteration into love" Rumi
Take me into your lap.
Like a swan, diving from a high cliff,
Let me fall.
Let me die the proper death of a lover
Let me die in your arms.
May the breath of your bosom
Be the thief who steals mine from me.
Take me into your lap.
Like a swan, diving from a high cliff,
Let me fall.
Let me die the proper death of a lover
Let me die in your arms.
May the breath of your bosom
Be the thief who steals mine from me.
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annika:
Thank you so much! I'm really glad you liked my shoot. I've already shot another set - I'll find out if it's approved soon... Fingers crossed 
maligne:
Hello Camalots friend! 