Necessary stoning. Sand has been my soil. Earthquakes shaking me loose, grip me. Tendrils losing touch,. Before she breaks me at the stem, swallow me up. Preferable your grave to her cold starvation in glass vase. Yearning for your sleepy sounds. Stretch and purr, perk my nerves. Virgin cells, your broken mattress. Violated, a happy state, burned
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