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  • Lady Godiva
    • Aug 13, 2020
    • 1 min read

Temporary Feels

They love me long time, but it’s only temporary.

Like our life line, they can’t wait to bury….BODIES!

More bodies, their bodies, my body!

Hollow, frail, empty…

The count is irrelevant.

The evidence of our soul is trapped within the words left unspoken between their: I. LOVE. YOU.


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