You are not together,
and we are not apart.
Call me home,
Think of me as a juxtaposition of jumbled giant words/Feeding monstrously in (where and how,in) I please,
And please me darling,
For this is the last night we get until
You
Give
Up
That
Mask. (A circled mess) quarrying deeply
From the plush seas of bed.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
You are not together,
and we are not apart.
Call me home,
Think of me as a juxtaposition of jumbled giant words/Feeding monstrously in (where and how,in) I please,
And please me darling,
For this is the last night we get until
You
Give
Up
That
Mask. (A circled mess) quarrying deeply
From the plush seas of bed.
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