in body whose white lectern
turns
fragrantly to
dust
, i will carve
a notch deep
into your *******
snow fingers and
dove hands of
love cruelly which
i cannot unmake
my lips for .
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
in body whose white lectern
turns
fragrantly to
dust
, i will carve
a notch deep
into your *******
snow fingers and
dove hands of
love cruelly which
i cannot unmake
my lips for .
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