Sally's AccountTwo years I spent in that place you call an asylum, that place which became my home. 18, so young Who knew that wondering where to go in life, making a few mistakes, your self-esteem down in the gutters, was enough to label you crazy? Go try and find a handful of 18 year old girls who know exactly what they’re doing, and I’ll count all the days it takes you.Sally's Account
Two years of my prime stolen, two years spent crawling through myself, sealing cracks and coating them with paint, all to make my personality (Apparently it was faulty?
Little Devili dreamt you were a candlei dreamt you were a candle, standing silenti dreamt you were a candle
by the window pane.
the house was dark and i stood naked in your blonde glow. you sang
songs of light and shadow on my frame, echoing in the curves. noticing the reservoir
at your wick,
i held you up to my nose, breathing in
your warm vanilla skin. i tilted your base. your fingers burned
as they traced patterns down my chest, my stomach, beyond. i will lay back, watch you dance
with your reflection, feel your fingers
clench my fles
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different colours, different shades
Member of =sunsets, =NaturPics-club, ~NatureSkyClub, =flower-club, ~Click-It
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My
i don't write all too often, but when i do it's commonly in brain-dump form. i'm just curious if any of it has any effect on someone other than myself. so let me know if something is horrible, interesting, how i could improve it, if you can relate to it... good or bad, i'm curious. and not easily offended.
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