17h
You spend more time cradling your shell, lately
Coveting not the flesh of just any man
But the warmth of his skin - only
Tempering your own - rosy
Dulling the mind - *****
And curing the heart’s lonely:
~Ahh… Hare!
Suppose this must be what it means to burn —
Slowly.~
Coveting not the flesh of just any man
But the warmth of his skin - only
Tempering your own - rosy
Dulling the mind - *****
And curing the heart’s lonely:
~Ahh… Hare!
Suppose this must be what it means to burn —
Slowly.~
~ tilde is used to indicate italics as I do not comprehend yet how to edit them in
(23/Non-binary/South London)
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