| | The hunger in my limbs will not leave me
My heart dies for you while waiting at dirty bus stops
silence the only echo in my ears
if you were a song
I'd swallow you
feel the beat of your words in my ribs
I dream of you pleasing me against trees
taking trains and planes until there is no place we cannot call home
I want you in the deep
In the sorrowful places
I haven't let breathe
I need you in the hollow spots
In the parts I'm afraid to touch
when I'm alone
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| | Posted 9/10/2012 8:25 PM - 171 Views - 14 eProps - 9 comments
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