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Jul 2020
she is wrapped in the most beautiful linen

white silks

moonlit satin

a soft figure enveloped by their beauty

delicate hands

groomed fingernails

dark eyes

wet hearts

her power takes my breath away

i look up and


she is no longer a pseudonym

she is only the moon

i finally let you go
she was always herself, now i see her beauty
wren
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wren  15/F/my kittys mushroom house
(15/F/my kittys mushroom house)   
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   ari and Annatman
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