a poetess of sorts.
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Cerita oleh Wendy Woodstock
My name is not Lolita
Poetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the sha...
winter colors
"I first saw you on a September day
Made me feel things I wish I'd never felt
Too often, you took my br...