The Language
I want a language composed of thin words that travel lightly and land on suspecting and wanting lips. Arrogant lips.
I want my words to destroy the air with precision and land upon the lips of Woman who will reshape language for me.
The inflection.
Copyright © Augusto Munoz | Year Posted 2015
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