It is warm
wet..
downward in rivulets
down her skin
Not stopping
but weeping
she is bewildered and tastes the salt
of her tears.
Still a fragile girl
Under the skin
of her...
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About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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