Frigid curly
Black and long
Tentacles from the scalp
Frantic, we dance
And our unbraided ropes
Drench in salted sweat
For now
I shake and yet
The tremble in me is fake
Finally silent
I crouch away since
When was having fun such a task
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Frigid curly
Black and long
Tentacles from the scalp
Frantic, we dance
And our unbraided ropes
Drench in salted sweat
For now
I shake and yet
The tremble in me is fake
Finally silent
I crouch away since
When was having fun such a task
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