i need you so baby even though you dont need me
And the chair just sits there.
Her milky skin drapes over the hard wood, poised with perfect posture born from her innate candor. Thick woven rags swathe around her body, walnut drags of humanity hugging tight to her ivory flesh, itching her frail cream sanity. Terra cotta red, dust from rows and rows of the buried ancients, once brushed onto her ( Read more... )
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