Just this once
became nights spent
lying spine to spine.
And now you have her:
a skeleton that matches,
more or less.
I'm left with what was
never spoken,
nothing
But convenient.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
Just this once
became nights spent
lying spine to spine.
And now you have her:
a skeleton that matches,
more or less.
I'm left with what was
never spoken,
nothing
But convenient.
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