lissamiss
Slowly intoxicating, I stretch on my light pink tights and a wicker basket beyond the purple stripes is all I see. Nothing left of the little masquerade in the back yard but the little bees are mourning something’s passing. Little rat has gone away, poisoned bottle of wine.
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slowlyintoxicatingstretchlightpinktightswickerbasketbeyondpurplestripesmasqueradeyardbeesmourningpassing