LateA Poem by yourimaginedwife
I run
I pretend to be lost I touch myself with bleached emotions Citrus, nude, dip-dyed moods All the love you need is in a broken keyboard Endless.
© 2013 yourimaginedwife |
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LateA Poem by yourimaginedwife
I run
I pretend to be lost I touch myself with bleached emotions Citrus, nude, dip-dyed moods All the love you need is in a broken keyboard Endless.
© 2013 yourimaginedwife |
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