the descent
cruel, relentless, omnipresent
honey
on new romance
soft art
we are flowers
the ebbing
of mental health
– serene chaos
of inner-peace
the inner workings of magic
of the magic of self love and solitude
-immutable
unwaveringly herself
home
of sex
tumescence
a micro-poem on foreplay
the unfeeling
I thought I was better ‘til I put my fingers to the fire saw them burn but did not feel a thing -numb Featured Image: original art by Mamello Mosiana Similar Posts: decay – vapour -energy
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