Breathing
I yearned for the shift.
Requested a window seat and everything.
was given one on the trip back.
the frequencies took a while to link up but they soon met.
But did he see her?
Does he really know who she is?
Has he eaten her meat down to the bone so thoroughly that he can scrape her bone marrow out
He has warned about the depths of his grasping love.
her soul flies free like a willow tree
Exclusivity is his final Vision, but her dreams at night are
full of poly, infinite hearts
I usually drink "tears for breakfast"
So not really sure whats happening, a sensitive soul has captured me
and it feels...right....right?
Copyright © Amanda Mawu | Year Posted 2016
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