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6/16/2011

They are arms and hands
gentle beats
shallow breaths.
Soft
cotton, on a scale of line to sheets
breeze, sifting air like shuffling feet
still
like an empty room
with flourescent hum
aching
like the endless
endless
want
want
of something she cannot give </3

3 comments:

brooklyn. said...

I happen to adore this.

xoxo

Melee said...

It just so happens I concur with brooklyn. :)

<3

haze said...

and so am i. :)