you devil bird, you evil still.
for you, forever ago.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
i'd rake the springtime across your sheets.
it's the way you placed your foot on my leg
and how the warmth radiated through my pants
it's your face print on my glasses
i hate that i'm blind
i smell like you
i don't want to ever undress
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