always searchingPale powder on pale faces that wash away in the whiteness of winter and fade in the light of summertime.always searching
Only in autumn, autumn and springtime are we allowed to appear and breathe in that sweet scented air.
A calling, a craving, a lustful touch and I’ll tremble from all over but especially at that point of contact.
The roses bleed for what we lost and the blood soaks deep through clothes and other soft things,
And though it’s great and wonderful and beautiful I’m still searching and waiting,
And wanting to be rescued like the princesses in the stor
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understand me then you will find the person that is trapped inside me.
How are you?
A hug of randomness.
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understand me then you will find the person that is trapped inside me.
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