I miss tearing off his clothes as though they were poisonous.
Turns out the poison was within us all along.

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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
noxious
I miss tearing off his clothes as though they were poisonous.
Turns out the poison was within us all along.