and appear again...
but it's the same
no one knows if I'm here or not


kinetic lustHonest drops of Tuesday nightkinetic lust
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
molecules
. (and coffee pots)
alive, ready,
waiting rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
kinetic waltz
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human want
Digal 004
by ~ValterJacinto
by =luciole
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Lights will guide you home.
--+--RetaeaNicole--+--
*painters ~eye-see-all ~perfect-circle
*dapride ~poetrycafe ~makeup ~I--
gracias por el watch!
yo tmb te watcheo!
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»»-(¯`·.·´¯)-> ....Isa...<-(¯`·.·´¯)-««
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Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day.
Sell a man a fish, and you make a profit.
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