stardust and rust
...or: words about the fancysparkly and dusky bellies of being
September 3, 2016
whisper me under your breath
Next I was called mistress.
And I envision maude, playpens, and rude joy.
Rumours of lawbreaking lovemaking, ecstatic and
True.
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