quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2013


Make this happen much slower than she wants.
The speed of a sunset.
Altering the tension of the fabric until hers is at a breaking point.
A long slow arc filled with what is left of her breath.
The tremble beneath your fingers saying everything she can not.

Make this happen much slower than she wants.
The speed of a sunset.
Altering the tension of the fabric until hers is at a breaking point.
A long slow arc filled with what is left of her breath.
The tremble beneath your fingers saying everything she can not
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