Apr 2015
I know you caught my drift
with me
standing
so close
behind you.
You felt,
you felt,
you felt
me,
me,
me,
my hardened steel
sizzle,
melting
in your tempest fire.
with me
standing
so close
behind you.
You felt,
you felt,
you felt
me,
me,
me,
my hardened steel
sizzle,
melting
in your tempest fire.
(GRB090423)
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