Serenade of time / unravelling
That which we don’t possess /
Steers a passage
Through adolescent grief /
I travel his unshaven smile
Contours of desire lead me here /
I stay in his delicious deceit /
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
Serenade of time / unravelling
That which we don’t possess /
Steers a passage
Through adolescent grief /
I travel his unshaven smile
Contours of desire lead me here /
I stay in his delicious deceit /
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