...sex at it's finest
divine
and selfish.
Don't play a game
you know you can't win.
Don't fall
and
tumble
down
the
stairs.
Plummet
into
heart of the lake.
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
60 - We are...
...sex at it's finest
divine
and selfish.
Don't play a game
you know you can't win.
Don't fall
and
tumble
down
the
stairs.
Plummet
into
heart of the lake.
