Aug 2
you took your shirt off
on your back was half a wing
inked — like my longing
your bare chest sculpted
my eyes — hammer and chisel
a thief you welcomed
your lips hugged the cig
tasting its soul — why am I
jealous of a stick
on your back was half a wing
inked — like my longing
your bare chest sculpted
my eyes — hammer and chisel
a thief you welcomed
your lips hugged the cig
tasting its soul — why am I
jealous of a stick
(半)
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