published on: 2019-09-09 22:40:49
The music carves hot petalsthrough our bodiesin its ritual
hellocoraco: “Every time the rain comes downI close my eyes
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There she was again, in his head. Not that she ever left. He
“When the erotic and tender are mixed in a woman, they form
laments-and-burlesque: Limerence n. the state of being infatuated