a visceral difficulty,
seeking pleasure outwardly,
oh, the beauty is intoxicating,
Inept,
he slept silently, pleasently hushed; within his own fever dream,
she wore shoes; stood in the storm with no socks,
it's raining a bouquet of some sort of blue petals,
the "so long" greetings meet me,
beyond; known existence
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2019 02:24
- Category: Sad
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