silvia
glisten, a fawn
her locks sanded
sullen-eyed
beach rays
beam
upon
Oh kid you
melt me with your paleface
soft and irresistibly touchable
you fragile thing you
the pulse of your voice liquefying my brain
i can almost and want so badly to feel you
except you escape through a screen
untitled
parachuter
Profile: Neon Glittery
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