Friday, 3 July 2009

this is, this.

Cold morning
soft thighs, weak legs.
Bloody sheets, i guess flowers bleed.
Dreams of kisses and self pleasure,
thoughts of nothing else.
Moments devour the rain, i'm indefinitely soaked.

Knocking back small cures,
today i'll buy a waterproof, and sing into the rain.

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