Kissing you was like swallowing
the salty, salty sea:
I have corals for ribs,
and seaweed limbs;
my bones are ship-wreck saves
and wishful pennies.
My heart is a sea-shell:
if you put your ear to it,
you’ll hear me screaming, shouting,
pining
for you.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
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