mind by Indigo Tempestait's not the taste or texture or any thing like that it's just you and your smell and the three edges that make you up without a doubt i will kiss you. for infinite is the universe and infinity the void to be filled. vast: your mind like a black river.
a marble, oil-colored and deep.
cold but wrapped around something precious. something loved and never to be led away. and the hardest i could ever be is invisible and never will be seen again; we have completed the first stage. evolution is a secret and yet profoundly widespread.
and it is only really the smell of you and my favorite thing to do is rest. 06/03/2002 Posted on 06/03/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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