8/30/2018 from your subject:take it
don't break it-- I am yours for an hour and I hold all the power and despite my stature tower. You are left with memories soft and sweet and reveries half-said thoughts and pleasantries I am bridge between our years-- I am made of lips and ears hollowed out and filled with tears in my crook you creak and coo masks do crack and so may you. Though you are formidable weakness is admissable softness is forgivable, oh spectator invisible. Comments are closed.
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