im presently in amsterdam, trying on the differing shades of red.
remind me when I get home to kiss my mirror.
She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for a Gomar to want. It is not for a Gomar to feel. She satisfies you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. These are memoirs of another kind.
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