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
heat beats
heartbeats in my palms with tiger sky skin and tanned eyes with red clouds. heaven sent another angel and Zen breathed again. love slathe...
