Shankar smiled as the waves crashed
To the drop of the bass we were
Alive and breathing subconsciously
Losing all air to the cry of peculiar felines
And there existed a flittering longing
Once common perception returned.
My hair was threaded gold
Beneath your fingertips.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC
Shankar smiled as the waves crashed
To the drop of the bass we were
Alive and breathing subconsciously
Losing all air to the cry of peculiar felines
And there existed a flittering longing
Once common perception returned.
My hair was threaded gold
Beneath your fingertips.
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