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Forum topiccold boudicca by Camilla Brighton Rock119 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Heat

For lunch she wore her gold corset under a jacket just a little bow showing He couldnt eat Her mouth drew his eyes held them shape ,softness laughter He had once at the station told her how he wanted

Pearly Griefs

Pearly Griefs moted pain mollusced over but always oyster aware of the under the tongue made smooth pretty locked away

Ebay

Filling the box on Ebay searching for a book written by a lover bought for the picture on the jacket and the character who might be me a crisp jawline might be nice mine finally falls as attractive as headlice

Snow

I wish we could have snow like icing sugar crunching light and fluffy underfoot Shall I make a cake? Footprint it myself with little Christmas toys wrap it round with the still green trees We should have

Rococo

My spine has Rococo taste in men overblown and in such bad taste plenty of gilt very doree but no longer jeunesse of course it is the bits of damage I adore adds to character I am reminded of flowery cuffs and conversations full of light

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