frag
but the night is too beautiful for history. make way!
it calls, for me. but there is no time.
with her pinked glove, she reaches out, barely
whispering: name! name me. i say she says.
give me back which you have taken to carry
inside you, the connection she searches. reaches.
give me back an innocence i have given.
it calls, for me. but there is no time.
with her pinked glove, she reaches out, barely
whispering: name! name me. i say she says.
give me back which you have taken to carry
inside you, the connection she searches. reaches.
give me back an innocence i have given.
posted by irreme seshat at 2:00 AM
1 Comments:
very beautiful. i think this might be my favorite irreme blog masterpiece to date.
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