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by Ava Blu

i make art with my fallen strands in the shower;


this has become my life.

they dance with the wetness just as my pussy lips dance when you touch them.


i don't think too openly anymore,
now my legs stay closed more often than not
but the fingers always do tricks i cannot resist.

do you think of me as something rotten now? do you think the stench is in my bones?


everyone i touch, i kill. and i'm not all that sorry for it.


12/27/2017

Posted on 12/27/2017
Copyright © 2020 Ava Blu

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