Starving for Touch
Starving for touch, really not wanting much
Finding myself at the mercy of Orion
The shimmering silver light keeps me up at night
And those unforgotten wishes blown by kisses
Have now sprouted wings and taken flight.
slowly dismantling the past and constructing the future
Starving for touch, really not wanting much
Finding myself at the mercy of Orion
The shimmering silver light keeps me up at night
And those unforgotten wishes blown by kisses
Have now sprouted wings and taken flight.
Posted by Cordell J. Larkin at 9:48 AM
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