June 2013
“Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. They were a long hall way. A door half open. A single suit case still on the conveyor belt. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.”
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