the instruction manual on enveloping

i want everynihgt and then maybe the scnet on the back of your neck, touch your stomach while you sleep---watch eyes barely closed and better than dust you cover everything that matters

and me, like soft angelic time your mind is so encompassing, dreams-girl, you're a soul-painting on your own and i want you like clay forevers and soon moonbeam territory i'll hold you hold you i want -devour you-and something soon after as sleep.

2003-10-06 | 1:33 p.m.
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