diluted with morning.
erik satie plays.
whilst sleeping
you undress my dreams
slowly fading the memory.
old bite marks on hands.
at the vanishing of the light i wonder
for what it is you pray.
i think about the lone flower on the stair.
and you
born from dust
blown and shaped by the wind.
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i think you were born to break my heart... much admiration, shad
... and you
born from dust
blown and shaped by the wind.
o my dear C. i really hope that these steps of mine slowly but certainly are leading me to my story :)
for your devotion i am sending you my ♥
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