Curled up like a brand new fucking baby.
Happy pre-resurrection. Little cadejo.
I'm sure you were the white one.
You had to be.
Those long longs,
I meant legs but this is better.
You looked fallow.
Gilded,
wooden,
figurine.
You have to know I'd carry you to the New Forest if I could.
Happy pre-resurrection. Little cadejo.
I'm sure you were the white one.
You had to be.
Those long longs,
I meant legs but this is better.
You looked fallow.
Gilded,
wooden,
figurine.
You have to know I'd carry you to the New Forest if I could.
2 comments:
sarah.
yeah right. oh my goodness. my whole month has nothing on this right here. nothing.
are you a poet goddess or what.
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