a chapped abyss of innocent words
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
painful arm
almost like a father figure
you like the way he wears his pants.
every touch
stops time
and if eyes are closed
the insides flash bright
white.
it's so easy and yet
so odd.
you love it just the same.
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