Milk approaches
the net of unforgivable schemes,
Dare to cross over
the border of 45 hundred
fingers; a sea of burning
skin. A sigh falls from my lips
and white phlox follows
wherever I cast my seed.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Milk approaches
the net of unforgivable schemes,
Dare to cross over
the border of 45 hundred
fingers; a sea of burning
skin. A sigh falls from my lips
and white phlox follows
wherever I cast my seed.
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