Wednesday, 9 June 2010
your movement.
you should stare at the clock, break your clock, come find me in the middle of nothing and nowhere. let sleep lie for one night, just neck lines, fingertips on fault lines. get your coat, your keys, your hungering chaos. come find me, come ignite with me. come be consumed, come soothe me.
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