a prayer that I make sometimes:
For a cupid to huddle at her side
and take echoparts of her bones
for safekeeping.
To translate her shade
and have its poetries tattooed
to the inside of my lip.
To dream together.
For a cupid to huddle at her side
and take echoparts of her bones
for safekeeping.
To translate her shade
and have its poetries tattooed
to the inside of my lip.
To dream together.
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