as it is


boy, leave your shoes
at the door
and
come in through the window
don't mind the thorns
just hurry to the hunt
my bright-eyed Adonis
catch me, wound me, win me
and
i'll teach you
to stalk the wind

02.14.03 - 8:40 p.m.


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