Wednesday, June 8, 2016

It's like the way you throw yourself at me, with your shoulders thick and so down with the stretch of your torso but it ends, and I need more. Realising what I'm seeing. This; I feel frozen, as my stomach clenches a pier like rod holding up from the seas beneath, where there are waves crashing and that's all I'm seeing because you're just good looking, and I hate something about you.

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