These wishes for you near, they are becoming habits. Captured memories of your fingertips tracing the lines of my body, I feel you in the almost of the air, quietly beckoning. And these sensations, summoned like spring at the end of summer, they are immutable, a constant reminder of wisdom within our fire. Whether ember […]
Read MoreAll this fucking sin squeels Like a pig gutted in the charnel house and you you dive like the sun at the failure of day, a bastard clinging to the light you never deserved, an orphan screaming about her perfect parents, the moon and the stars, and how aligned they were In you slow, succumbing […]
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