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[intendedhipster]

Solemn-Haired; Angelic

Our hands inside themselves
As Technicolor butterflies
Swirl like leaves against
The backdrop of a twilight heaven-

Tell me again you love me-
Not because I doubt it
But because it makes me bite my lip
And want to bite yours-

-Softly

Kiss me again on my face
My left cheek is jealous of my right
And you’ve neglected my forehead
Alltogether

Sing-
My God!
Sing until larks return
And think they have left a lover behind

But the lover that belongs to those lips
Is right where she belongs

It’s darker now
And she is no longer a destination

She is home