February 2012
Me gusta chocolate y el sexo oral... y juntos...
One Autumn Day
whisperingdreams-decayed:
I whispered stone words
into your sleeping image,
while carving sketches
of my past lives mirrored
tales, into wood pages.
You stole the spine, binding
each engraved life of mine,
and now splinters poke
at my skin in mistakes.
The ashes you left me in
were not deep enough
to bury me in never again,
because one Autumn day
I will be more than a girl
pained...
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