caramel
hanging honeypots hooked to the folds
of jaundiced skin and blubber bones
and cheddar moons break chopstick stilts
beehives burst; caramel guilt
pick at the wounds between wax teeth
cry to the pulse of your butter heartbeat
of jaundiced skin and blubber bones
and cheddar moons break chopstick stilts
beehives burst; caramel guilt
pick at the wounds between wax teeth
cry to the pulse of your butter heartbeat
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grausam
hi, i come from the magical land of deviantart. i will probably transfer work from there to here.
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