I’ve grown teeth to grind away the passion in my sleep. My muscles hard as boats push the waves away, the waves that would wake me up, to my body in the harbor, to the houses tied in rows, to roads that lead away from bed, the ocean.
and the heavenly water spots.
I’ve grown teeth to grind away the passion in my sleep. My muscles hard as boats push the waves away, the waves that would wake me up, to my body in the harbor, to the houses tied in rows, to roads that lead away from bed, the ocean.
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July 15, 2010 at 2:12 pm
animusclaro
that sounds just like my street!