with skin kissed in rope burns
and pricked of thorns
sheets stained of summer and
whispers screamed at forlorn
all barbed with catscratch
do you desire anything more?
catscratch
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with skin kissed in rope burns
and pricked of thorns
sheets stained of summer and
whispers screamed at forlorn
all barbed with catscratch
do you desire anything more?
share:
2 responses to “catscratch”
To feel something is everything.
It can be difficult, certainly.