dirtydollardave
Loosening after each breath - the scarves rise and fall to the pull
of the moon. I feel the dogma, I feel the comfort - warmth tugging and
the cold ice melting on my chest. Maybe this is necessary, maybe my
scabbed knees are divine.
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