your flesh is your vessel, your machine
made up of star dust and water
be you, be you ti ful
full of dreams
full of desire
look at your flesh
and how the bones move underneath
let your soul shine and adore it
you deserve it
—i love you one who listens
YOU ARE READING
guilty.
PoetryAll of the citizen's desires, madness, and love stamped into pages, just to be delivered to you.
