Ofta, åtminstonde i mitt sinne, så lingrar sig en doft.
vardag /
2015-09-29 / 00:40:22
Often, in my mind at least, a fragrance lingers. He is my one desire, strongest one I've ever felt. Through the mist clouding over our heads I feel at home. Vanilla surrounds him from all the shit he has smoked. Always playing at the edge, distancing himself as he claws me closer. And it is not fair. Youthful, disgraced from the disguise that was drawn so delicately. Thorns growing on veins, twisting the organ that's pumping the life force. What the fuck am I doing.
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