left-overthoughtsfromtypewriters:
walking my fingers down your arm
led by solemn guards to the gallows of your wrist
i’ve seen your whole frame
but your fingers are different now
they are the rope from which i hang
where st. peter will tell me
if i burn
or if you hold from those tides
(via left-overthoughtsfromtypewriter)
February 20th, 2012 20 notes #spilled ink #poetry
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