the last imperial.

hopelesslyroman.

femme.

womanly hands

a virtue that wont hurt you.

intox.

no man understands is land,

certain things may turn' certainly shouldn't

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hold my hearrt dearly

vastly copulated wilderness, or

Three body’s paved the eroded landfills as there puberty huddled together in languid laughtering love.

Smarmy smirks upon there faces ‘

till the pain threshold would burst with bridled hostility

Mounting and screaming

“we suffer sexual desire” therefore a climax will suffice,

her hair smelt simply of firewood.

I turned my head away and waited out various minutes’

The air began again,

I could live out this optimistic pessimism without any white noise humour

Billie Holly day hands, made demands

lost

posttraumatic breakdown.

lving.

lefto over sham an

Vashti is dear to my heart..

What is that noise?

Self explanitory.

Odile

fun for my baby.