When I I the knife I my loss I the knife, and I the blood and I the dark my loss the dark the hall the floor the blood the dark the feet stamp away away away and I I alone. Water trickle blood dry took the me from me and now I the stairs creaky step no step no foot creak. Flower paper droop I the crumble the plaster the wood how long I am I; bulb dark and wind through sharp I am how long am long.
I couldn't stop reading this once I started! Erotic and beautiful.💞
June, this is beautiful!
June this is beautiful