Every microsecond of moon phases you touched my soul's higher faith
with myriad, soft petals of your soul's rosewood. Branches of hope
dripping with untamed waters all over your body are visible, sacred only for my eyes, my mouth, my tounge .
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Every microsecond of moon phases you touched my soul's higher faith
with myriad, soft petals of your soul's rosewood. Branches of hope
dripping with untamed waters all over your body are visible, sacred only for my eyes, my mouth, my tounge .
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