Monday, 5 August 2013

Pleased

Two hearts as one bleeding towards each corral vein of the lessened. World in our steel bowed heads I think fast I let you inside fast I let you speak through us fast I wreak of written kisses. Find me fast to break me slower.
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grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...