That we may kiss again,under a canopy of greenLeaving all our vanitiesbehind, in the land ofcrumbling bricks andmortarThe smell of petrichor,Earthly r..
A prelude: perhaps since time immemorial, we've been eager to project an image of flawlessness to one another - we're afraid of displaying weakness. H..
Your plastic kisses,I felt uncomfortableA Siren Girl This was allperformative and grotesqueand vulgar and... notin the good way*How it felt to holdthe..