She used her hands to map me til she saw the screen behold her
dreams. In those perfect moments, I looked, gazed,
fervently glared into the distance from a point that was too far for
her to see. She mapped me til I remembered the first signs of a
storm, how the winds felt. Then, a swift retreat. The winds died,
my skin dried, my ***** raised for rain.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
She used her hands to map me til she saw the screen behold her
dreams. In those perfect moments, I looked, gazed,
fervently glared into the distance from a point that was too far for
her to see. She mapped me til I remembered the first signs of a
storm, how the winds felt. Then, a swift retreat. The winds died,
my skin dried, my ***** raised for rain.
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