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A less loquacious May

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Wed, 31 Dec 2008 at 12:29am

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We sat adjacent, tilting our heads China cups cooling, your gloved hands lead Onto your corset, then sun was split To a lilied pond, that mirrored guilt. Your rose tinted lips, told exposure And did mine requite? But for closure As my tailcoat seems, too tightly sewn For breathless moments, quench alone.
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burning_sands
2008-12-05
this feels so... victorian.. XD