Our love was
embalmed
in lace.
Subtle knives snuck under dish towels and pins
dropped into morning tea.
You were my sometimes moon,
covered in rust from head to toe.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Our love was
embalmed
in lace.
Subtle knives snuck under dish towels and pins
dropped into morning tea.
You were my sometimes moon,
covered in rust from head to toe.
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