Core
with a truffle skirt
and an affliction
ties to you
She is dancing around the room, and I
am dancing around the room.
Tonight it is the coldest it has been in a while. Your arms look lonely, & your eyes are screaming for a love you have never experienced. I sit in my chair & stare at you- my hair is a mess, my body is cold as hell, dead flowers withered away still managing to stay in my blonde, long tangled hair. Pearls make love to my soft neck & ruby peach lips partly closed. My skin is powdered white & you are what make my eyes dance.
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