she told me once that she worshiped the
forest of her body and the garden she had grown (like spring
all over her outsides).
she said she loved skin the same way i loved
marlboro blacks and sweetwater blue (obviously and
uncontrollably).
she screamed compliments at me in
soft words with rough meaning (like ****** knuckles against
freshly cut grass).
she assured me that it was okay to wake up
in cold sweats with heavy limbs (unmovable and brittle,
buried under sheets).
but i knew better.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
she told me once that she worshiped the
forest of her body and the garden she had grown (like spring
all over her outsides).
she said she loved skin the same way i loved
marlboro blacks and sweetwater blue (obviously and
uncontrollably).
she screamed compliments at me in
soft words with rough meaning (like ****** knuckles against
freshly cut grass).
she assured me that it was okay to wake up
in cold sweats with heavy limbs (unmovable and brittle,
buried under sheets).
but i knew better.
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