I Am
The kind of woman who walks naked into the sea at night
Covered in oil
Who blows lavender smoke into lace
And sleeps dressed in beads of lust
Who bends to dust your heart off
From the floor
And reads O’Hara to you in the dark
Who forgives and forgives and forgives
Who wants to fuck the sky sometimes
And longs to drink the rain
And you are foolish
For forgetting that
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