There's a woman running screaming
naked through some woods.
She is in me.
There's a man running screaming
naked through a crowd.
He is in me, too.
She and he will collide one day,
get past this delicious falling
toward one another.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
There's a woman running screaming
naked through some woods.
She is in me.
There's a man running screaming
naked through a crowd.
He is in me, too.
She and he will collide one day,
get past this delicious falling
toward one another.
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