We have yet to meet
in freedom.
No matter how many
angles of your skin I study
there are shadows
that loom between us.
This throat, these lips
lean eagerly for that day
when all rightful secrets
are finally, fully betrayed.
We have yet to meet
in freedom.
No matter how many
angles of your skin I study
there are shadows
that loom between us.
This throat, these lips
lean eagerly for that day
when all rightful secrets
are finally, fully betrayed.
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