pink moon in formless

  • Oct. 31, 2015, 10:30 p.m.
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maybe she’ll always love you
As you stand side by side
drunk on lust and moonlight
dark eyes always hide secret thoughts

‘And you are mine’ you start to think

the ocean howls mercilessly
as it always has

white creamy skin against wet sand
and you were hers, always

‘and you are mine’ you start to think

she is a pearl gathered from oysters
and now she is spilling through your fingers
dissolving back into the sand

‘and you were mine’ you start to think

the ocean howls mercilessly
as it always has


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