please don't die
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]
and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi