eatinetan
It rolled, trembled, and made my heart stop dead. It clapped as if an angry god was sarcastically applauding our failures. Our transgressions. Or perhaps just mine...
I keep forgetting how to speak around you. I keep forgetting where my voice has gone. I wonder if you've noticed, that I keep forgetting myself. All I remember is you.
Subtle or corse.
Lengthy or short.
They are masculine.
They are intense.
They are sideburns.