love is how this is.
the kind of visceral missive from a heat-seeking missile
to a wet spot temple. a rogue thumb
on the throttlesome pink of an eager peak
in the drowning boat. where the Man, whistles...
there are No Thistles
but Yes ****
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
love is how this is.
the kind of visceral missive from a heat-seeking missile
to a wet spot temple. a rogue thumb
on the throttlesome pink of an eager peak
in the drowning boat. where the Man, whistles...
there are No Thistles
but Yes ****
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