coronate me in sweet burns and kisses that lull
the darkest depths of my ruin
i tinge and writhe and hush out wounds
that only the salt of you could heal. These tears are my river.
i will float lilly, soft until the water
drowns out my sadness and flushes itself away into
the hungry earthshore

08/13/2004

Posted on 08/13/2004
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