nedelja, 27. februar 2011

I don't mind

underground pounding
fists clutching
teeth grinding
soaked in undertow of melodies unwritten

dawn embracing her with patterns
she sleeps alone
with bite marks on her thighs
Avtor ob 10:04:00 PM

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