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The volume **** in your car is broken but I think you like it that way. You have your own dial on the wheel so hat Only you control the severity of your environment, Being on your own terms. So I float here, in your vivarium It'd be best to breathe your air and bleed your blood like my own. Anglerfish love, If only the fates were reversed For I love you and also long to be you How free to be you, I ensure. But could I love myself so dearly, Embody my mother so clearly, if my soul was not set in its role-finding ways? If I could not claim to be as I am, Healer of the World for the Fascinating. Oh, you, my love. My all-at-once art, could you adore my vast emptiness of who I could have been if not dedicated to this practice of romance in earnest?
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
Anglerfish Love
The volume **** in your car is broken but I think you like it that way. You have your own dial on the wheel so hat Only you control the severity of your environment, Being on your own terms. So I float here, in your vivarium It'd be best to breathe your air and bleed your blood like my own. Anglerfish love, If only the fates were reversed For I love you and also long to be you How free to be you, I ensure. But could I love myself so dearly, Embody my mother so clearly, if my soul was not set in its role-finding ways? If I could not claim to be as I am, Healer of the World for the Fascinating. Oh, you, my love. My all-at-once art, could you adore my vast emptiness of who I could have been if not dedicated to this practice of romance in earnest?
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18/F/NY
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
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