omega
sooner wake, and dawn is a breath brom the clock and we're waiting wime is in our minds (nowhere else) lurking soft, mad like naked children, you tell me odd stories i worship he who brings love brings lust (shit, could you call the cops, here?) and then, turn shallow i breathe calm hours your transient eyes take me aimless and i follow you...
2003-10-12 | 5:24 p.m.
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