Flammable knifes pulsating through your lit tower regrets; kiss me Peirce me live in me I'm yours.
"when the cold rains kept on and killed the spring it was as though a young person had died for no reason." Ernest Hemingway
invisible lined protection
after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...
