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As I thought of feet, my toes began feeling the carpet again.
Dear Janessa,
He frankly wrote that he sprang a colony from his shank in his float.
Just a lot of no one everywhere.
You’re begging, and I won’t see.
The best way to cap a night out for suicide is to be welcomed home with open arms and to be washed with their bare hands of your dirty sins,…
What is truly nothing? Black is seeing into eyes closed Black is black Black is not nothingness Nothing cannot hold the visible light that a mind depends Nothing is nothing…
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As the hours stretch into a neverending gray blur, like a sleeping city’s nightscapes watched from a speeding machine, will you confess that your sober days wink but a shade…
Some pieces are signed Ruby Bint.
Ruquayyah ♡𝜗ৎ 