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I disciplined myself in her. Humbling myself in her mold. First my body then my soul. Painting myself with her skin. She scribbled her name across me. Using her finger as a pencil, gently scribbling. I don't want to sound crazy. But I thought she was suppose to be the object of my affection not the other way around. I love how she does that
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Clay Mold