waves.

waves.

A Poem by Don't find me

in the mirror there is makeup down my cheeks.
just like when we sat together in your bath.
skin and touch and bodies?
but we were like children, completely at ease.
and we talked until the water went cold.

© 2010 Don't find me


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ah.. that aching intimacy... extraordinary in every sense of the word

Posted 14 Years Ago


perfect little story

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Added on August 27, 2010
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A Poem by Don't find me