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walking up the stairs
By: Anonymous
the october wind in august
runs its fingers through my hair
moves itself in the space between my legs
october wind, even in august, is eternally confident and I am just a pliable girl
bottom of page
walking up the stairs
By: Anonymous
the october wind in august
runs its fingers through my hair
moves itself in the space between my legs
october wind, even in august, is eternally confident and I am just a pliable girl