
(Source: principessax0, via lunelait)
I birthed a shy trust, overdue, but weak. I ripped my hair out in my sleep. I kissed her, she planted me, but starved me soulless. So I seized her legs and wound them, and in the morning found them entwined in another’s like the branches of stressed trees. Her neat and tamed hair didn’t strain to…
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