| maris_den_cie_the_door_ajar | ||
| blueberries |
light is spilling into the hallway from a small crack in the open door, unlocked from the inside. strange music, odd perfume, voices angry, or moans of pleasure never known. you are the one who pulls by the belt, but you do not slam him against the wall like he did to you ten tears ago. the door is ajar and yet i will look in. |
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