[i'm not sure what this is, but it's based on Pablo Picasso's painting of the same name]
Lorraine stood in the back right corner of the small room they'd set up for themselves, her face shrouded by the shadows. Sylvia, Rochelle, and Eloise leaned up against the wall, casually draping themselves in the sheer, white curtain. But Esmé, ashamed and exposed, sat hunched over on a footstool.
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poetry n short stories
Cerita Pendeki'm back on my shit, y'all. it's corona time and ya girl needs an outlet for my writing.
