his cries cut into me
each syllable makes me shiver
fragile, fleeting, flickering in my mind
his voice floats frail
too tender to touch
too exquisite to escape
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:27 PM UTC
his cries cut into me
each syllable makes me shiver
fragile, fleeting, flickering in my mind
his voice floats frail
too tender to touch
too exquisite to escape
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