Sore, soaring – blood-rush;
leaving my veins and brains disturbed
yet soothed over,
once more, like salty sea
soft tease on **** shore.
The constant flow of the come and go activity,
becoming...
the calming
stillness.
It is not silence though I come to take it as so...
the sound is rich though hushed; velvety.
To me, you're
when a cigarette tastes like an everything
bagel
after a warm, warming
cup of Spearmint tea.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Sore, soaring – blood-rush;
leaving my veins and brains disturbed
yet soothed over,
once more, like salty sea
soft tease on **** shore.
The constant flow of the come and go activity,
becoming...
the calming
stillness.
It is not silence though I come to take it as so...
the sound is rich though hushed; velvety.
To me, you're
when a cigarette tastes like an everything
bagel
after a warm, warming
cup of Spearmint tea.
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