Dec 2020
Half pass midnight
Just a while ago
The scent of thy ink
Within her nostrils of passion
Kept faulting her of remissness
Until it landed on her palm at last
Just a while ago
The scent of thy ink
Within her nostrils of passion
Kept faulting her of remissness
Until it landed on her palm at last
(29/F/South Africa)
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