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| jane |
vibration vines from your lips curling outward like cigarette smoke tails of traveling, tales of your own journeys, hero... hundreds of years in the making face lines written prehistoric your eyes smiling crystal clear before the corner of your mouth pulls in. irises of liquid blue rippling with amusement a tap of the feet, red cherry glow, you go back inside. the deep panther of your shadow creeps behind, slithers its way in before the screen slams shut. |
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| pete | today is one of those days i'm especially happy that i don't smoke -18 brr | 051207 |