All beneath is empty
a lack of privacy
we hang our skirts to dry
as we bask in the sun
You look so fine
I want to make you mine
beneath all that’s empty
as we pine for the sky
Why do you love me?
beneath all’s empty
Didn't you run away
when we were both caught naked?
Sunday, December 04, 2011
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