Inertia creeps

A Poem by a_methyste

Late night
Room no.5
I would not know what I would do on this earth
Without this sound

Moving out slowly
Inertia creeps

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The smell of the perfume... a drug to the senses..
The sound of hot breath
Overwhelming

Oh that smell of the perfume.

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Added on February 9, 2024
Last Updated on February 26, 2024

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