💕Some
women have absolute gestures,
Sweeties
sweeties.
And
then there's the shape of the nipples,
The
Light of the ribs,
The
Voice,
The
desire to slit his wrists.
I
go in you
As
the universe spills into the void
And
a little mushroom is born on an apple.
They're
moments without fences.💖
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