Now
Sun, 28 Feb 2010 at 01:21pm
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Thrown through heavy traffic
From tired, dull dishwater,
My thoughts are calm and static
Cushioned by your arms.
Yet, when you do those things,
Oh, my heart is a hammer on cloth!
It thuds, and melts the floor as rain
A reign of blood; my hurricane.
You gather every fear I have
And leave them by my lips
Then my lips, they part, they laugh
My fears lost with your kiss.
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burning_sands
2010-03-01
adorable
radtastic
2010-03-17
really sweet. looove the last four lines.