cool, glass favors
and steep, narrow stairs,
and I'm just a boy as a murmur.
nightgown elicit
and curving's entranced
and a boy well set up for a fervor.
with all borders destroyed
on the floor by her bed
and an innocence thrown out to sea.
I sit on this isle now,
well alone and awake,
searching for a raft
made by me.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
cool, glass favors
and steep, narrow stairs,
and I'm just a boy as a murmur.
nightgown elicit
and curving's entranced
and a boy well set up for a fervor.
with all borders destroyed
on the floor by her bed
and an innocence thrown out to sea.
I sit on this isle now,
well alone and awake,
searching for a raft
made by me.
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