i want you. the
coalesced flower of
Autumn in
wriggling manifolds
of
freshest
death,
that by who
paints with strokes of crimson
their brush becomes
the coy feather
of once a month
between
your
thighs:
blood
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
i want you. the
coalesced flower of
Autumn in
wriggling manifolds
of
freshest
death,
that by who
paints with strokes of crimson
their brush becomes
the coy feather
of once a month
between
your
thighs:
blood
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