no problem, I've got arms for a reason
they sparkle and I glisten
and now, here we are
stone after stone
heaped on...
hah it's not so romantic anymore
I feel their weight
because, I mean,
contracts are involved.
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
