Jul 2013
Stay there,
your breath pressed on the base of my neck,
just above my shoulder.
And I ask you to linger, butterfly,
as I catch some air
and chase the storm.
your breath pressed on the base of my neck,
just above my shoulder.
And I ask you to linger, butterfly,
as I catch some air
and chase the storm.
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