South

Beautiful desire and dismissal. Demise and disgrace. My own disgust with a Godly creation of corrupted mentality.

Will it all be fine, only when her eyes are large, and magnified 

in a pre-existing feel. A bitter transit, among a feverish rush 

of faces in the street; they rush by as a feeling rushes through

her veins. Pumping ravishingly and dangerously until we'll reach

a proximity that a slow trendkill has run down. Fall over me, and fight.

I say stand for one last night, and run your hands down my cheek.

Reviews

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This is so lovely!
Enjoyed this write.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Beautiful prose What happened, simply beautiful.

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. this is beautiful poetry ...
. too many people lack courage, conviction, and, honesty ...