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The thing about this moment: A whisper in my ear
While sleeping, I heard every word:
"Your love forces its fingers knuckle deep into a junction between an orchid of bone and soft fleshy muscle
in rapturous tender mouvements.. constant and consistent something like devotion
….this thing made by nature: the heart … ."
Until the last of breaths has vanished from my Chernobyl body -Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
"Your love forces its fingers knuckle deep into a junction between an orchid of bone and soft fleshy muscle
in rapturous tender mouvements.. constant and consistent something like devotion
….this thing made by nature: the heart … ."
Until the last of breaths has vanished from my Chernobyl body -Noire Rose (HowlingWhelms)
Published 6th Nov 2021
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