Decides watch. The room, still in shadow, is the ideal scenario. The feel beautiful, naive, allowing your body to scrutinize naked silence. The sheets cut your perfect figure, he does not know or remember, how many times you dreamed so many times patiently released these vague thoughts.
Dawn (the fragility gravitates your spaces), and the room
where he is staying silent, the ocean roars
things that reverberate
my name.
Sunrise,
(are blurred windows), and the mystery
vernacular
fur turns me on your body, opens portals
of wise unfathomable fullness. Your face
emerge in flames to the east, ice
infernal twitching, reminding the zephyr
your eyes, hidden even
, pour a honey
desperate. Forget it would be suicide
eternal redemption
worship is precious.
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