Lavender and lace, purfumes and vanilla that's minced so thin and fine that the oils seep into the wood. Touches, perfect, hand against hand, pressure..do you feel it? pulses, lingment oil, saddlesores, daisies a field full of them. And the lake, you stand by and watch me bathe. Moonlight catches shadows. Peace, love, loss, pain..draw from it..
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