turn salt to glass for the wound.
2011-01-01 | 2:56 a.m.
you could be just another girl on her back, on plateaus in high places, feet digging into the soil of skin dragging through mud tearing through the sheets with that man riding down on his cloud in my breath and panting and groaning gives all he can so she can cry "he means it! he means it!" through meanest means, he means it. you could be crashing under his salt swaying, leaning against the inside of insides meeting him, begging him with movements like waves tides of blood and bones and i would o i would i be that ocean to break his fall to recieve him in arms more than willing, more, more, so much more...
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