You braid my hair with rough hands, twisting my head this way and that but I don't mind. You burn my earlobes with hanging crystal laughter, white lightning of the night but I don't mind. You call me names and prod at my face and make me walk yo… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Lila perfectsublimemasters June 17 You braid my hair with rough hands, twisting my head this way and that but I don't mind. You burn my earlobes with hanging crystal laughter, white lightning of the night but I don't mind. You call me names and prod at my face and make me walk you home in the teary cold but […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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