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Innocence woven into cotton, pulled down, stretched and snapped. Fingers trailing, tracing and leaving flesh branded by hot fingertips. Fabric forgotten and crumpled on the floor, replaced by a fine coating of goosebumps dressing milky white skin. Air thickened with sticky, salty secrets, hanging around like a morning fog. The filtered light through curtains highlights the place where virtue meets experience and the cotton, now misshapen tells a tale.
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Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
Cotton Tale
Innocence woven into cotton, pulled down, stretched and snapped. Fingers trailing, tracing and leaving flesh branded by hot fingertips. Fabric forgotten and crumpled on the floor, replaced by a fine coating of goosebumps dressing milky white skin. Air thickened with sticky, salty secrets, hanging around like a morning fog. The filtered light through curtains highlights the place where virtue meets experience and the cotton, now misshapen tells a tale.
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Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
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