kyra1
24 jun 24
DeRank ™: 12,00
under my hands
Under my hands
your little breasts
are the turned-over chests
of fallen, panting sparrows.
Wherever you go
I hear the sound of wings unfolding
of wings falling.
I have no words
because you fell beside me
because your eyelashes are the spine
of tiny and fragile animals.
Under my hands
your little breasts
are the turned-over chests
of fallen, panting sparrows.
Wherever you go
I hear the sound of wings unfolding
of wings falling.
I have no words
because you fell beside me
because your eyelashes are the spine
of tiny and fragile animals.
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