

Awake Beneath Rigid Sheets.AWAKE AMONG ANESTHETIC WALLS, BENEATH RIGID SHEETSAwake Beneath Rigid Sheets.
Letters are scattering around
two sleepy, yawning outlines crouching cross legged on the beach They fill their pockets of snails that they've just found but the taste of their tongues together by her palate feels like bleach
As the sun rises it leaves a pearly trace, on her skin some drops of sweat start mixing with her scent of clove, but they keep on pushing hair out of their face and exchanging shell neklaces as a symbol of their love
The shades on their clothes slowly vanish While she thinks of proper epil

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Kate Moss doesn't have a vagina. She didn't feed it and it died.
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That's where i crept out from [link]
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