itty bitty ♥
packs
d'awwwww.
i wanna be there.
baby girl swagga
love this dainty thing.
via
braving flesh would fissures
that toss my vessel
across back boned channels,
I sail.
exploring the high winds
of your vein lined canals,
rushing into dark rooms
and filling the walls with
a galaxy of red
through telescope eye,
an undiscovered time
marked by seven cratered moons.
and here I wait,
on the shore of everything,
for nothing
but your palm on my chest
and your breath in my sails.
...lavois
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