I’ve never been able to keep my hands to myself
Nor my mouth Or my words The beautiful chaos of curiosity taking a peek at the pretty atrocity that is my life Making sense of the monstrosity like a blissful purging explosion of knowledge bursting into the sky with every touch or taste or the feel of your face against mine It’s a wonder don’t you think? The mundane mixed in with the glassed rosy tint? But an unfortunate case of over thinking creating an unblinking devastation releasing the clasp of discipline undoing the buttons of my self control and burning the tips of my delicate fingers
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StevenMichael Sullivan
4/24/2017 04:43:45 pm
I absolutely love this!!
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