The blooming flower broke up into my gut
At the same time as
Sloping breasts slipped towards
My fear of inner milk
Rose clench
We talked about depression and what we don’t say to each other
We planned for flushed faces
And then hopped out into the bushes to do the plan
At the same time as
Sloping breasts slipped towards
My fear of inner milk
Rose clench
We talked about depression and what we don’t say to each other
We planned for flushed faces
And then hopped out into the bushes to do the plan
love this, "rose clench" really gets me. and it ends on such a mysterious note even though it's supposed to be a "plan" !
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