Very little traffic,
majesty.
See-through
coincidence.
Touch my hair- ask
about ownership.
White lights soft
milk face
let me
take
your jawline
to my lips.
Let me pull
your knees toward
my breast
Let me rest
my burden
on your hips.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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