numbers in photography - eight (8)
you're music
you're a broken cello waiting for the sun to come
you want our room dressed in lust
but forget to drown the shadow
of anguish kept inside
and you hide
you hide your wings inside your chest
forgotten sins
and lips of peaches
caressing my skin
with seas of freedom wanting to leave...
... your heart.
there will be a memory
there will be a sign
tenderous music is upon your eyes
and, absolutely, mine
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