Sunday, December 11, 2011

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his words poured like a broken faucet
the water throbbed beneath my palms
it was lovely and deep
as though we were two
but, the water soon became waves
as the tongue rolled the eyes.
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2 comments:

  1. monamourDecember 11, 2011 at 9:02 AM

    ohh yeey I missed your poetic posts ;)

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  2. Z.December 11, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    Thanks! I've rarely had anytime to write just for myself and decided to write something before heading to bed. <3

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