The thought of you
Hooks into my flesh
And suspends me
Just above the surface
Of the waters of unconsciousness.
The mists above the surface tease my lips,
Thirsting for the stilled depths
That lay just beyond their reach.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
The thought of you
Hooks into my flesh
And suspends me
Just above the surface
Of the waters of unconsciousness.
The mists above the surface tease my lips,
Thirsting for the stilled depths
That lay just beyond their reach.
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