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forever is the sweetest con (
delacourtings
) wrote
2013
-
02
-
09
11:14 pm
Entry tags:
type: poetry
[poetry] to find the place where my being resides;
tiptoe between the spaces of his eyelashes,
slide down the contours of his cheekbones,
glide down the tendons of his neck,
seep into the crevice of his lungs.
Flat
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