It was a hollow
- like a starvation
unawarely eerie -
and then...
To be handed
words,
their mellow core,
a mouthfeel like a heartcoating:
a moisture in the desert sand,
this withering height of a not-for-me-love.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
It was a hollow
- like a starvation
unawarely eerie -
and then...
To be handed
words,
their mellow core,
a mouthfeel like a heartcoating:
a moisture in the desert sand,
this withering height of a not-for-me-love.
16.4.2015
