a thousand funerals
all that die, live
a thousand funerals
Storyteller
all that die, live
a thousand funerals
distractions and delusions
paint a perfect trap
of dreams and day-dreams.
the weights are heavy
but I’m floating.
for what seems like an eternity, now.
Oh but don’t you always remember what you try so hard to forget.
Read More Flashbacksthe taste of sea water dripped neck, and the hint of sand all over the legs. “You smell of sea water,” her lover whispers, placing a peck on her back.
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