once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

summer's not as long as it used to be. a poetry book. © happypjm / 2017

the last place kamaria wants to be is with her, but here we are again.

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

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