ohstella

Sometimes, there is nothing you can do about it. Sometimes, I bite my tongue; nothing really does it for me. Once its on my hands, I run my teeth slowly up my arm, biting and nibbling all the way to my palm, slowly I lick. Hoping for a moment when I can turn the situation around. But by this point its far too late, and...
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I cant wait till we evolve into being able to communicate without words, then, I can explain the passions behind what I really feel.
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The streets smell like wet body,
Walk down the streets my dear,
The unpaved movements,
Taste.
Hear.
Brush the salt out of your hair, the pressure my dear.
Lay with me here, dear.
Dance with me...
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