Smoking jane when sun hits hard. Rolled like a taught factory woman, child in belly, hidden under an oversized shirt...la factoria can't have babies growing alongside the market. Work woman.
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Oye, musing without textonomies.
A Certain Tip
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About Me
- Luna & Gaelle
- New York, New York, United States
- Wine turns me over, but a text makes love.
Musing:
Poetry is words making love to each other.
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