fare well, feels. be gone sacred geometry from lover’s muscled tongue. octogonal taste buds — honey whispers hiding larvae, bee stings, wax. freeze this full chalice cocktail of liquid lapis — high tide in the cup.
fare well, feels. be gone sacred geometry from lover’s muscled tongue.
octogonal taste buds — honey whispers hiding larvae, bee stings, wax.
freeze this full chalice cocktail of liquid lapis — high tide in the cup.
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