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Novelty had long
Ceased to choke me
When I had
Settled quietly
In the metro
In the trees
Of Luxemburg
In the cobbled
Streets worn
With countless feet
The angels and nymphs
Cupid and Diana
Stoic carved in
The face of homes
Lining the corridors
Passing strangers
Velvet eyes
Looking quick
Caught the gaze
Of my beating heart
The tender wind
Of conversation
That washed
My ears like
Waves on the shore
Of your gentle sea
Lover’s tongue
You whispered
Without words
You loved me
My anxious spring
Has bloomed
I belong to you
Hold me in your
Arms of stone



  1. I wish this was a song so we could make love to it. can you recite this whilst I tongue ur gnadz?

  2. LOL to caitlin's comment,

    i agree, you should write this off to some DB to turn into a really trippy piece of pop, i would listen to it, while making love (to myself, to others) but thinking of your words because they make so much damn sense to me right now

    you're making readers raise their laptops.


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