March 22, 2017
11:22 pm
11:22 pm
Govie
I was fronted on your smile
I was afraid to get wet
love makes me feel perfect
my hands scream with craving
while my lips remain sealed
my heart ached with sorrow
when the rain
washed you away
I was afraid to get wet
love makes me feel perfect
my hands scream with craving
while my lips remain sealed
my heart ached with sorrow
when the rain
washed you away
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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