This face adores you
and promises not to
and promises it will.
Sleep is not the promenade
of tonight's mystery.
Desire is the night's adventure
cradled in the triptych of cold air
and abandoned in the warm wool
of her hair.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
This face adores you
and promises not to
and promises it will.
Sleep is not the promenade
of tonight's mystery.
Desire is the night's adventure
cradled in the triptych of cold air
and abandoned in the warm wool
of her hair.
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