silvia

glisten, a fawn

her locks sanded

sullen-eyed

beach rays
beam
upon

Oh kid you

melt me with your paleface
soft and irresistibly touchable
you fragile thing you

the pulse of your voice liquefying my brain
i can almost and want so badly to feel you
except you escape through a screen

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parachuter

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