well me…I was minding mine

airway cutting vision stepped into the frame carafe of hypnotic to a drunken Miss on quick inspection of my condition… obviously inebriated taking a position of “canary” contrary reference to self and the best defense polished a finished front for me… look at me…I don’t care

okay… talk to me…I don’t care get close to me…I don’t want to care why the subtle aggression with your breast mild assertion with your arms why does your cool mouth press and impose and I don’t plan on caring

this patch which has blossomed was already occupied

it wasn’t necessary… yet you have arrived


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