she gives me anything but despair, leaving my desires wondering how can she? dirty lovers, raising hell with a saint she portrays, always tightroping on edge of lust and complete sadness, idle confetti after a victorious lap, utterly free challenging mad hatter, lost like the yellow brick road. mixing analogies like drinks and exposed only … Continue reading diluting our existence.
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