2 years ago. June 29, 2022 at 4:51 PM
I could believe the soul is a crater.
- the impact of your hands on my chest.
Fingertips & lips, forest & fire.
You taste like cinnamon, or cyanide.
~
C. T. Salazar
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the River of forgetfulness
My hours are married to Shadows....“In the hours they spent chewing my bones, I grew a stone for my heart, and poisoned the rivers that ran through me. I studied the bloodless moon.”
H.C.M
Max Sterne(dom male){Morley}
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I never knew the fire of cinnamon,
Before I met your eyes.
~ Delante
Before I met your eyes.
~ Delante
2 years ago