Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Raise the sails

she likes the act of movement and the word movement. she was wrists and shinbones and unbalmed lips.
Big things you cant control or ever hold down. a little thing that often flys away. oh my god, girl, i have feelings that hurt and feel good all in the same breath. you.
she can take a touch of pain. a drop of honey in her tea. a sweetheart and lover and slut undying.

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