she likes the act of movement and the word movement. she was wrists and shinbones and unbalmed lips.
Big things you cant control or ever hold down. a little thing that often flys away. oh my god, girl, i have feelings that hurt and feel good all in the same breath. you.
she can take a touch of pain. a drop of honey in her tea. a sweetheart and lover and slut undying.
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