From where I stood, felt made of wood, a mysterious crevice appeared. Before mine eyes, pleasure lies, its luster increasing as I neared.
a door fallenand dropped drawers,a crevice raiseddown on all fours,for breath aflamewith words like yours
From where I stood, felt made of wood, a mysterious crevice appeared. Before mine eyes, pleasure lies, its luster increasing as I neared.
ReplyDeletea door fallen
Deleteand dropped drawers,
a crevice raised
down on all fours,
for breath aflame
with words like yours