pale, windswept girl
with a tendency to accumulate
broken things.
but you, sir, are shattered.
your shell begs to me
in soft, raspy whispers
to try and pick up
the billions of tiny fragments
you so carelessly lost
within the vast confines
of temptation.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
pale, windswept girl
with a tendency to accumulate
broken things.
but you, sir, are shattered.
your shell begs to me
in soft, raspy whispers
to try and pick up
the billions of tiny fragments
you so carelessly lost
within the vast confines
of temptation.
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