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plucked with blonde feathers..dying for touch..the music to play in resound..the mirror of eyelashes flutter the cheeks
the catch whisper of i love yous
in sleep
the power of
shivers
that lassoed
a sneeze
the miraged lavender
in sync with the thump
the blood
warming my
flesh
ah yes i know
this
this ecstacy
thought

i liked this one

btw, i live in indiana...cold here..brittled kneels falling on stairs..