Disillusionment
My breath ragged I craved sanctuary. Weary and torn his confessions did nothing to clean my thighs... divest me of my sin my sin... mascara'd tears lipstick smeared on the back of my hand she always...
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I can see this apple metaphor taking on a new life of it's own...He the worm indeedWay for the apple to bite back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Love,She.
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