Apr15 The London Hours, 2012 Posted on April 15, 2012 by anna mosca Standard * Run your finger through (me) A boat on a river smooth wet Dig deeper still across it Hungry eyes breathing near Wind in a cave dripping words Tongue piercing lifting me up Fold me again once more put me away . . Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPrintPinterestWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
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dug your metaphor and the way you combine and put it together. you are cleaver and smooth.
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