Allow me,
gently,
and with much care and
tenderness,
and concern for our
everlasting,
pure unaltered
love;
to lick the fuck off your face.
And rip the
arrows from you cheeks
that are holding you to
this wall.
As
much as
I
plan
this out
I fear
it will
happen
much
differently.

03/01/2009

Posted on 03/02/2009
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