Monday, August 19, 2013

pieces



"Every mouth you've ever kissed was just practice, all the bodies you've ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don't mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth; they were a long hall way, a door half open, a single suit case still on the conveyor belt.. was it a long journey? did it take you long to find me? You're here now, welcome home." - Shire

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