Celibacy

crispy emotions smogged sans thoughts dripped solutions damping draws on the innocence of the naked ape bathed her in flaws, flap-doodles create. A stride. Moistened feet pasted prints on fractured lips on the terrane tried corruption of texture deflowering structure yet she celebrates celibacy turning suitors down; “I’m a virgin” her chant, her song forgettingContinueContinue reading “Celibacy”

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