Friday, May 13, 2011

You can keep my love,
just give me my sense of freedom back.
Tiny shorts, driving around.
late late late nights.
spiral lines
I want to breath the fresh air
wont it like to lick me everywhere.
body in flames.
mind in ashes.

Heavy heart.
Heavy body.

Weightless towards affection.
Airing out your actions.

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