Coffee Mate - Minichu
the chair slides down to the floor,
wick of past mornings in a floating shop,
the killing time of an unshared storyboard
craven need
white chaste face dipped in mud,
daily smokescreen
tongue's
lovetug
numb
the chair slides down to the floor,
white chaste face dipped in mud,
numb
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