by on September 4, 2012 :: 0 comments

your scent surged throughout
every fissure of my mind
I stood raw and vulnerable
seduced by your opulence
incautious of my own sanity
wretched and radiant intertwined
in torrents I poured into your darkness

editors note:

Capture this essence; sell a fine perfume. Sell your soul; gulp the entire torrent. – mh clay

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