I saw a terrible crash and I couldn't help but laugh. My ear pressed against the past, like a glass on the wall of a house in a photograph. My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses, worthy of your fiery lips. I was floating in a peaceful sea, rescued by a sinking ship!
Always Loving,
Fasworth J
Always Loving,
Fasworth J
Category Poetry / Abstract
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 238 B
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