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133 · Jun 2018
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thegardenof Jun 2018
And in that fleeting moment of ecstasy
*** is like an oasis for the troubled mind



blissful, reassuring

The body can’t lie about what it wants
What it likes

The mind might
But the body doesn’t


She is mine

As we lay breathless in a casket filled with our misdeeds

And I am hers
I would be hers anyway

Nothing can pull us apart
But time.

— The End —