like a renaissance the way you
curl your lips is
raising the dead
this sainted air of emptiness in bed with
the distance touched off of unkept promises
of woolen clouds and a shroud of sundown kisses
christen the scorched skylights from bedrock to core
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
like a renaissance the way you
curl your lips is
raising the dead
this sainted air of emptiness in bed with
the distance touched off of unkept promises
of woolen clouds and a shroud of sundown kisses
christen the scorched skylights from bedrock to core
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