Masterpiece
And she carves
her hips into mine
like she is
Michelangelo
and i am something
holy
Labels: such a lovely dream
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:22 AM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
And she carves
her hips into mine
like she is
Michelangelo
and i am something
holy
Labels: such a lovely dream
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:22 AM
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