the tops of your thighs are
craggy cliffs by the sea,
marred by the world
tearing itself apart
as compared to
the grassy, rolling hilltops
just north of my knees
where calm winds blow
no question about it-
we are,
tectonic
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
the tops of your thighs are
craggy cliffs by the sea,
marred by the world
tearing itself apart
as compared to
the grassy, rolling hilltops
just north of my knees
where calm winds blow
no question about it-
we are,
tectonic
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