your heart is
(so way).
the way it is, so.
it is to part blood
(the filling of my lips)
with your lips.
and its body is so clean.
it is the to pierce
by beating madly
tattoo of carry me forward.
(through darkness carry me forward)
and lurch upon the flowering of its heat
(my heat)
to tumble steeply up
in comely gouts of daftness:
my heart.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
your heart is
(so way).
the way it is, so.
it is to part blood
(the filling of my lips)
with your lips.
and its body is so clean.
it is the to pierce
by beating madly
tattoo of carry me forward.
(through darkness carry me forward)
and lurch upon the flowering of its heat
(my heat)
to tumble steeply up
in comely gouts of daftness:
my heart.
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