Feb 2018
I am pixelated dust
And your face is the moon
All that you pulsate
Renders me blinded
And bound to the
Elastic tether of want.
And your face is the moon
All that you pulsate
Renders me blinded
And bound to the
Elastic tether of want.
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)
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