I first met him
in a chipped blue bathtub
the night after daddy died -
washcloth over my eyes,
pain in my head
I was much older
than I had any right to be.
When he lowered himself
into Mr. Bubbles
and tickled my chin
I instinctively knew
what was really going down
but It didn’t matter to me,
he could have it
he could have anything
that wasn’t already gone -
so while he soaped up
his long lean arms
and described to me
a brand new life
I held my breath
went under water
watched my skinny soul
cling to the drain ~




oh my...






Meg~



Hilly xxx









I must be wrong, but I recognize the deepness.
LoL

do you know what that means to me? I hope you do. Love, Lane


I always love seeing you here, Tom. Love, Lane









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