Overcome to mere existence
so moved by the motion
steel in your chest
the 13th girl aimed for 12 lines
thin as cocaine
you walked away
But I have your voice
drawn into dramatic growl
pain and alcohol,
waiting for me
You are black satin sheets
coiled and recoiled
in a dark, humid summer bedroom.
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About Me
- Anna Evans
- Day dreamer given to night fevers. Generally a pain in the ass. Hopeless romantic, dilettante succubus.
2 comments:
sounds like it's about a douchebag.
everyone's a douchebag on some level.
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