

beautiful.beautiful.
You made it sway. The night smelled of pine and lemon trees. His eyes reminded me of the earth, everything comes together in the arms of the beholder.
Arms of a saint. A miracle worker, with hair like the ocean.
Let me guide you home my love. You told me if I blow kisses to the stars, our names will appear. That wishes come true if you believe.
Trust, trust, trust.
& as I trace your lifeline with my hands its almost as if you can see the love flowing from your pores.
please dont move beautiful.
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sotkuinen verisunoni
h e y. t h e r e. h e l s i n k i. <333
(:
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
" fill it with love & desire."
aha. this song must know you. (:
--
The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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