lovers in heaven
snakes/what've we done/blood that can't be washed off
the stars looked like eyes and dancing idly in the garden until noticing a dark shadow looming from behind
monkeys feel your love too
seven degrees of separation after cutting off your finger into sea creature
i thought it was convoluted but you disagreed (it was all beautiful in the end)
hide me find me
"Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood."
Yukio Mishima