Just like the colour of Rope Burn.
A stream of un/consciousness.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
❝
Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.
❞
Leonard Cohen,
The Spice-Box of Earth
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