buckthorn's on a friday
By lilanais
i weep now for she (the other was water) crept up on us like afterdinner wine she and i two of a kind and perhaps i am red sweet and staining she is white light nonintrusive each a little different on your tongue or what was it you said i was an acquired taste?-- here now these four perfect pieces softly glaring gazing at me in all their 8-point glory drowning me in delicate introspection haunting my empathy and i cry for i find me between these standing bound watching and beaten again and with no wish to move. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 08:00 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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