a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

March 16, 2003

Rapture. I've got it here, welling like glue from my fingertips. I've got it in moonlight laser beams, ready to launch from my eyes. I've got it between my thighs, a naive wand that wishes to make magic. I am a body of Rapture. I am a seed, soon to finally land in fertile soil.

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