ganasgan
an exhaust port.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
three arms crossed awkwardly
"find me," it read.
waiting.
somewhere in the breaths of all air in the world with everything between the fingers; eyeless, foundless.
waiting.
a familiar skin much too silent on the cheek.
waiting.
for you.
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