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[patrota]

The moon...
illumintating your face.

The cold, wet grass
         ...on my skin.

Your kisses... 
that taste of
cheap wine...
           ...and cigarettes..

Somehow I thought...
I could trust you.

Somehow I thought...
you were safe.

Somehow I thought...
I could love you.

Your likeness
conjours

frag
          men

Comments

[candyperfumeboi]

GORGEOUS!!

[erotophonphilia]

Thanks, love! Oh, Michael... I MISS YOU!!!! I'm so proud of you too... let's do lunch sometime. One way or another I WILL see you before summer ends. We can look back on fond memories of Earnest, and catch up... there's a lot to catch up on too!

xoxox
Andrea