My skin is a parched tongue,
Cracked, crazed and coarse,
Needing water and words and wanton worship,
To fill in and fuck the fissures
That never seem to close.
Sundays make me feel uneasy…. *clutches chest and winces*
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
My skin is a parched tongue,
Cracked, crazed and coarse,
Needing water and words and wanton worship,
To fill in and fuck the fissures
That never seem to close.
Sundays make me feel uneasy…. *clutches chest and winces*
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Great words, and fantastic photo. Totally with you on the Sunday anxieties, too! 😫
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It sucks…. I have to smoke a lot of weed to calm down. And I need to clean. Lots of that. Bah.
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Well, I suppose the silver lining is that your house must be very clean!
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Lol! Yes. Most of the time….
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