He said he wanted me
to have what I want-
Mockery.
What I want
doesn't want me.
Drag me down, lady
Breathe me in
isolated body high
kiss crawling through
wet, cold night
keeping up with you.
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About Me
- Anna Evans
- Day dreamer given to night fevers. Generally a pain in the ass. Hopeless romantic, dilettante succubus.
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