melaniemahoney
In our island of clouds i am floating
his hands caress me, his love is coating
our desire has no bound
we don't have to make a sound
for our words are never easily found
i look around me in this crowd.
you can't smell it, or see it but you can hear it.
the silence
the decay of my worlds conversations
nothing left now to share, or boast about.
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the words Melanie reaches for
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