Let your fingers fall upon my face and trace your way along my cheekbone...
Church
Wisconsin
Insect
I am an insect. Captivated by a flicker of light. Undoubtedly drawn in. Without a doubt. And with no remorse.
B&W Blossoms
Daisy
Archives
Google photos can be such a bitch... Highlighting memories I never even missed. Those pictures from 2018 can kindly fuck off... But honestly it's my fault for not deleting the lot.
Hands
Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find.
Conductor
If you controlled the train and I laid down on the tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
Sand
AO Poetry 
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