soul, baby. soul

it's almost complete. distance between falling apart from whispering secrets, sequence you act non chalant like, a purist in person. told you to stop kissing my heart questioned why, choking back tears. au revoir vous ne bronchez même pas quand je retire votre soutien-gorge and it's worthless. holding hands under jupiter star deafening stare. kaleidoscopic.… Continue reading soul, baby. soul