the path is confessed. the spoiled and the raw. earnest puzzles of skin in a contention of want. the distance is defiant. bones and thoughts like broken buoys taken hostage by a storm. time works its cruel magic. a plague of hysteria and tenderness. negotiating with the slender devil in each glance. chasing the feral wolf in every pause. such are the irrevocable utopias we construct in the slums of our hearts.
small sticks. big drums. no music.
the edge knows her. a gravity of parlor tricks and temporary forevers. casual martyrs in the dusty archives of her fading charms.
a villain loud enough to love.
drawbridges. quiet and absolute. tempted by the ocean's shallow hunger. thieves. more cylinder than combustion. corrupted by obedience.
Saturday
8/01/2015 11:36:00 PM
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