View From the dustbowl of your affection with all the flakes of skin and the dying essences of perfume. The empty jars of night-cream glinting faintly in the gloom. The view appeals, for past the whispers of impatience and the numbing down of the senses. This has a presence and my spirit has no... Sign in to see full entry.
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