By this drop of your blood, I can see through your dynamic impulse. All the murdered lips mark hollow stars. With sparked arch and sparked ankle. This is this. If you like it. Dig me with no end, more inside. continue repeat. The thick painted red, which was always sweating by our enormous humidity, needs no detailed explanation. Zoom in. She and He speak in reverse.
Posted by Georgia Sagri at 8:53 μ.μ.