| well_dear_l | ||
| Dastardly |
A saturday night, the sun has been on my skin and I escaped to the comfort of the keys, as they drift down upon my mind. A smirk, a lick, a smile. well_dear_L, here I am again. typing and meandering. i wanted to write you something that might be poignant, a whisper, but it always comes out as an insult. o well. :) |
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