brody
By lilanais
now i find these are pretty things you left here. there is strange music and comfortable language and pictures that burn perfect holes and drum up fragrant beats. these are pretty things before me sanctuary surrounding thin layers blanketing within seconds witheld and corners of me once undiscovered find you creeping in and coiling killing me well and precisely no shame and wide open into you making me spiral quite gracefully and to your amusement finding me wrapped around your eloquence cradled inside your steady breath and slipping quietly into morning. these are pretty things you left here and now they are mine. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 08:09 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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