A collision of raw emotions.

Tinyvices



A tattered, troublesome stamp, you try to stick. I'll have you know about that next time.

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Copper hair. Bump down the road. Pure skin, russet eyes. A man I made. Defunk. You make me sickly, dear lovely.

Beet.

Thump. Fump. Imperfectly perfect. Every freckle, every speckle. All hairs, all scars ripple through. You control me now.

How can such an ugly thing become so beautiful at once.

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Head gushing with tempered, angry flood.

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Can't chya do me a good for once?

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Give me an eyelash, sir.