jeudi 23 juillet 2015

Take the heartland with a sense of revenge

My love, take these walls, these wars.
    Dull my blades. I am tired of the hunt.
I’ve laid my only words at your feet. Open for me.
    I want to know, be known. Want and be wanted.

"Your mouth is a church, I forgot how to pray", by Jeanann Verlee,

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