Thursday, 14 June 2012
away
i am sorry. i know how silence plays at your sweat, the exacerbation of fears. did i leave to look for you? did i find only smoke? did i lose something, there, and i just remain small? yet it can all be so peaceful, your breath strums acoustic, fingertips too much to fasten this skin.
i find no love, dear. i fuck those who are not you. these bodies that trick fuses.
i want so badly to find you in these fits of nights.
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