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Anna smiles at me with her words
But I know her truth
Her pain and joy
So indivisibly interwoven
She tastes of madness, sweat and cheap perfume
She speaks in sex
All can hear
None can compare
But I know her truth
Her pain and joy
So indivisibly interwoven
She tastes of madness, sweat and cheap perfume
She speaks in sex
All can hear
None can compare
Published 8th Nov 2015
| Edited 13th Dec 2017
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8th Nov 2015 2:57am
this tells us a lot about her,
but for all the revelations, there is so much hidden.
fine crafting...
but for all the revelations, there is so much hidden.
fine crafting...
21st Jun 2016 10:05am
I've always found Anna to be such an evocative name ... I have a motorbike named Anna - the pleasures I find in her remind me of this piece ... Cool ink.
