quake

this cringle crinkle onwards life with it's little jingle jangly color schemes and laugh hard till you drop alarm sounds, we just tremble through (i thinkof floating unawkward toward you) and wonder (fevers overtake me) if you're just mist and air, want seething tides breaths for your belly at 3am and to put my hands to you in such careful, causal ways holding you while laying on a couch, mumbling nothings working out the best way to tell you how maddening you can be, how sickeningly breathtaking, (awe overtakes me) and i just want to last through the storm with you.

2004-03-03 | 3:19 p.m.
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