Love creeps
The hair up
Knot
The stomach
The gentleness of the move
The fantasy
Broken
By position's default
But still remains
At edge's text
Bitter ale
And a goodnight's smile
Beauty designed
Falters upon my double scotch
Where did we leave all the oysters and the fruits?
The rim of my hat
Remains
Observer absolue...
ΝΕΩΝ ΟΝ ΑΝΟΙΑ
2 years ago
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:)
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