go up on me, blow my mind
gently
I'll discard petals
cherry blossoms on your breeze
stand before you bare as winter
scared as snow.
I believe in you
God
And high heeled shoes
Enough to be afraid.
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About Me
- Anna Evans
- Day dreamer given to night fevers. Generally a pain in the ass. Hopeless romantic, dilettante succubus.
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