

skinnedi am tearing off flesh. in the shape ofskinned
all this music. dictating quarter note pieces, softly
onto staff. bleeding beautiful melodies and carving out chords in skin.
i am tearing off
flesh. in the shape of your hands, marking me. with notes, with pitch, with sound, with words. unwashable fingerprinted harmonies. permanent puzzle pieces of songs and memories. etchings on my arms, our romances in my mind - your music.
i am tearing off
flesh. in the shape of
all this music and they never stop singing.


Sleeping TonightI will sleep with you tonight.Sleeping Tonight
Not out of loneliness, because I don't believe either of us really feel that. Just out of pure desire of which I am tired of being ashamed.
I will float across your wooden floorboards, playfully. Shedding my daily wrapping until I am lost in your scent, your feel: your clothes. I am eager to forgo all the formalities that precede the actual moment I want. At this point, I slide so easily to you it's as if I never left, never knew anyone else, was never meant to be anything except your specific puzzle piece. The magnetism that others had described seemed fantasized unt
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Enjoying Life, Cause The Life... Is Beautiful!
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Enjoying Life, Cause The Life... Is Beautiful!
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___.:close the world...open the next :.___
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