**** you," this if not alive if not dying of each buzzed ripple
of breath which tensely erupts
into uncoiling fold of morning
over the silent chord of sunrise
seems if not speaking seems
to eternally youth, breaching
the seamless cording of
a short girl's throat–says,
"alright,"
and
"i
wish you
l o v e d
me."
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
**** you," this if not alive if not dying of each buzzed ripple
of breath which tensely erupts
into uncoiling fold of morning
over the silent chord of sunrise
seems if not speaking seems
to eternally youth, breaching
the seamless cording of
a short girl's throat–says,
"alright,"
and
"i
wish you
l o v e d
me."
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