American Rain
I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...
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I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...
I yearn to be unambivalent with you! I want to be drawn so near I’d know the scent of your amber locks. I want to be enfolded into your breasts of azure so I...