Your pelvis, your hips are open. Prominent enough to climb upon you, enough to rest within you. Your structure is perfect, your face, you've stolen my insides. You've wrapped me in your limbs and hidden me. We are silence, we are comfort and dust on surfaces. We're noise in reverse. Touch is flight. I've been told I'm porcelain before, but you're
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~Soph
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and is that a baby you in your icon? xx
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god.
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