sunrise, wet and red dries up its dewness with time. look with disdain on spreading hips. quiet razor battles at midnight in the shower of aromatherapy. wonder, periodically, what will happen tomorrow. attempt the long shuffle of uniform feet. sink, with swollen ankles, to desperate measures.
Reason for writing:
puberty
Birth sign: Not entered
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