Piper MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I have found
A warm cave
in the
crest of her eyelids
worn andbruised
from the girl
she called
comfort
and still does.
the onewith
wings
doesn't seem to
breathe
simply synthesize
everything
beautiful and
shift
moving like a
milkshake through
mypillowcase
running like a train
over this skin
take my hand
andbaptize
the road once
more
if you can find
all the pieces.
I willbe waiting
in the lilies
if you can handle
the heat
don't everturn
around.
My eyes are always
Open.



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