dearly beloved

[lesorignaux]

blank pages are turned into blankets embroidered and adorned and beautiful. no longer torn from the spine that fingertips caress. a part so secluded is now liberated and fears nothing. oh, this feeling. it is cold on this night. woolgathering about. about closed eyelids and pointed shoulder blades. bones stretched out and numbered. i do not

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[papiersuperieur]

beautiful, girl.