For a lover long ago
you were standing on my
beating chest
I was younger, melic
in my nervousness
washed in that garden
you traversed with me
can you even see my face
from up there?
or is every fable
from your feed true?
Joy's a woman and
that woman is no longer
I
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
For a lover long ago
you were standing on my
beating chest
I was younger, melic
in my nervousness
washed in that garden
you traversed with me
can you even see my face
from up there?
or is every fable
from your feed true?
Joy's a woman and
that woman is no longer
I
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