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Give me a dark room with a seductive view of this smoky city, let me hear the soft blue jazz spill from your open window, let me watch as you move so slowly through the naked light, let me question your intimacy. Is there a sadness in your voice, a loneliness like mine, can I see your complete intangible beauty before I close these tired eyes. I will hold out my hand for the crumbs of your love, your confession will be sweet and painfully pure, your sexuality a portrait of god, your language will be scattered pieces of truth, your war a fierce illusion of strength, your poetry so pure so perfectly unique, your beauty so effortlessly complete … Clay.M
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
View From A Room
Give me a dark room with a seductive view of this smoky city, let me hear the soft blue jazz spill from your open window, let me watch as you move so slowly through the naked light, let me question your intimacy. Is there a sadness in your voice, a loneliness like mine, can I see your complete intangible beauty before I close these tired eyes. I will hold out my hand for the crumbs of your love, your confession will be sweet and painfully pure, your sexuality a portrait of god, your language will be scattered pieces of truth, your war a fierce illusion of strength, your poetry so pure so perfectly unique, your beauty so effortlessly complete … Clay.M
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Apr 7, 2025
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