yeah
When you once taste that sweet danger, it's hard to set yourself free from its grasp...
Angel has been locked away almost all her life, and she's desperate to see the sun again.
pale like peaches approaching the spring. laying in the bed, she's the sweetest of things.
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This is a poem I wrote today about how alone I’ve been feeling lately and how I’ve been so out of physical touch with other humans that real contact with them is terrifying and painful
When you once taste that sweet danger, it's hard to set yourself free from its grasp...
Angel has been locked away almost all her life, and she's desperate to see the sun again.
pale like peaches approaching the spring. laying in the bed, she's the sweetest of things.
http://bit.ly/PLBookpre
This is a poem I wrote today about how alone I’ve been feeling lately and how I’ve been so out of physical touch with other humans that real contact with them is terrifying and painful