my slim limbs are reeds and filaments, with such intimate arms and skin,
you're into it
and nothing is sweat. And nothingness is more wet, it gets anonymous,
but you're into it
you don't mind the millipedes; it's the resistance that you succumb with,
since you're into it
I Love this.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
my slim limbs are reeds and filaments, with such intimate arms and skin,
you're into it
and nothing is sweat. And nothingness is more wet, it gets anonymous,
but you're into it
you don't mind the millipedes; it's the resistance that you succumb with,
since you're into it
I Love this.
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