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Whispers From Hatbox
Envious shadow in the boudoir's corset
listening to whispers from the hatbox
silently wooing my sensual flesh
dripping yesterday's neon splendor
a butterfly's tongue on my labia mojora
bones are to flesh with a hungering maw
what a ghost is to my corpse.
listening to whispers from the hatbox
silently wooing my sensual flesh
dripping yesterday's neon splendor
a butterfly's tongue on my labia mojora
bones are to flesh with a hungering maw
what a ghost is to my corpse.
Published 11th Jun 2024
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