Where slightest exhalations diffuse
my hidden desire falling off from the cliff only to be kissed by the silent shores on the nape
and so thrilled that you sew your senses to survive the significance on the skins of your eyes
much like crashing waves of my serenity and sense
then we have drifted deep
redder, dissolving
far from any refuge.
my hidden desire falling off from the cliff only to be kissed by the silent shores on the nape
and so thrilled that you sew your senses to survive the significance on the skins of your eyes
much like crashing waves of my serenity and sense
then we have drifted deep
redder, dissolving
far from any refuge.
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