I know I am not clean. I breathe like a broken thing, too loud, too wet. Every time I open my mouth it's a mess; spit, heat, confession. I'm not graceful about it. I want too hard, I want like it's the only thing keeping me alive.
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now, who decided twilight was good???? & why did it have such hold on usView all Conversations
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Bad Idea ── Joseph Descamps.
The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
Joseph Descamps. / Mixte 1963.
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