Illicit privacies against my neck
Into my ear while I look out over the
Swirling skin and colours...
Our secrets are prettier than theirs.
It's Less Than Perfect
Do you remember when I said
I'd never go back to your
Shadowed, hot, empty place?
Where a moment is always ruined
By the very act of speaking
On it, through it.
We spoke over it and...
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I think i'll be staying along the pacific northwest, oregon or washington