Safe Place
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place
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to a fonxilious existence…
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place