beneath this Siren’s veil lies the blooming seed of Drizzle, no longer will she sleep...wake! wake! my darling Drizzle. hollow injections of the nectar swelled plum, no longer can she be...the raw youth of trusting faith. she tasted a peach she could not eat, and as she stands in aging truth with unwavering lust for the silver frost of this hollow plum, she concedes to her desire... to feel the gaping lips spill forth their claret powder.
Reason for writing:
sorrow and the only seemingly way to end it.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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