Glass eyes.
Ensnared by a tactful web of forbidden fruit.
Mesmerised by the drawling insensitivity of this.
Perspiration seeps dutifully through the chiselled cracks.
Sinking, impeding exhalation, trembling at its commence.
A frantic traffic of pungent fixations.
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Waxing lyrical, I love it! How do I become your blog buddy?
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Thank you Hayley 🙂 I don’t know!! I’ve been trying to figure out just that
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