Κυριακή 13 Απριλίου 2014

waking up



Don't cryThen we kiss and his lips turn into sand
And the whole of him cascades through my hands
Making a castle on the floor
Then I'm alone again.
















"and in the morning/she shook her pillow/violently, 
hoping/all the dreams she lost that night/ would tumble out"

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