Saturday, April 12, 2008

I met your eyes and mind a long time ago. I've seen you before, exposed, felt your hands on my thighs, almost crushed under the weight of your skin. I know your soul intimately, the way it sneaks through the lives and bodies of others. This will happen until my heart becomes a shrivelled piece of midnight charcoal. You'll have to burn it to release myself from you.

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