Oct 2014
stains linger along the stretch of my chest
of drawers still sodden
and acrid.
minding my chill
drenched with that perpetual anathema
avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation
do you mind?
of drawers still sodden
and acrid.
minding my chill
drenched with that perpetual anathema
avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation
do you mind?
~E~
not really sure where this was going, might update sometime.
'avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation '.
not really sure where this was going, might update sometime.
'avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation '.
(M/Alone with Everybody.)
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