published on: 2015-07-29 01:04:17
I delight in the feel of youThe texture of your moleculesYour
But you are not mineAnd you never will beOur atoms were not meantTo
My bed is not a bedWithout your kicking pawsAnd soft criesWithout
Serious inquiry: Anybody going to be moving to the Eureka, California
I need to feel like I can breathe again.
I need help.