The hole In our Chests

Sat, 10/21/2017 - 18:01 -- S.L.

I was but a floating cloud, sailing the lonely sky. Until she burrowed into me, her the fairest bird, the first that I would find. I in return embellished her with gratitude for she gave unto me such sweet company, and so we danced with daggers behind our backs and guns to our heads. 

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