Trouble, love...
You drown me in
Quick
Beats;
Palpitations of my
Red *****
My waters run for you.
Tied with
Ribbons of
Silk,
I shout proclamations
To the clouds who
Threaten to rain on us.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
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