| Always trying to find myself. |


Come In CloserCome in closer Like the way you held my hand When we walked together on the rail road tracks, Our fingers were the metal spikes used toCome In Closer
Hold the tracks together.
Come in closer like the way You showed me when you sucked
My inner thigh and we rose together Like the ebb and flow of the tide When the moon has changed phases.
Come in closer so I can taste the experiences of your day on your skin. I want to be apart of you.
I pull tenderly on your hair and whisper anything You want to hear, so that you don't let me sleep alone tonight A
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
I will colour this soon and give you the physical drawing in person. ♥
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Art is the objectification of feeling. -Herman Melville
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~Immerse your soul in love~
Thank u so much for fav on "Mother Love"
It means a lot to me!!
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Schindler ( :: T.M.B.T :: )
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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