Imagine.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Strain.
My fears climb up my spine like spiders.
My hair is in tangles along with my stomach.
Music doesn't sound half as nice as it used to.
My muscles and nerves and tendons are stretching to be closer.
I want to feel your bones on my bones.
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