29 December 2012

Fein of a harlot,

I walk these ocean floors

Delicately, like flower

Petals in a trail

For the bride to be sincere.

I move away like crows

To the straw petition

I wove in the backseat

Of your car.

I think that you're a dream

I love to fall asleep to.

How lovely, I was sure

I'd walk this seabed floor

In moves that made you

Drool like some idiot

I loved.

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