To hold a [pen] is to be at war.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Rey
The king of my bliss
With your lips on
My sticky skin you
Take me right to
That center where
The good comes in waves
I'll feed you what you want
If you keep the fire
My sun and the moon
Already belong to the
King of the universe you
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