Pull your hands back… love, was it always like this? oranges blur into tans as my spine orchestrates the frantic movements of my body. Mantra. Trance. Possession. Certain techniques are enlisted to accomplish mission:objective. A shadow may gaze onto the highway-copper, sharp under the lights above it. White walls are the cleanest. A shadow may
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