white skies mopped the other colors; winter loves a good disguise. white skies disinfected the season; holiday dough won't rise. white skies surrender unarmed; each minute another flake dies.
Electric lights, strung out like pearls on the neck of the night. Stale sunlight, odorless like young love– Winter Jasmine off-white. Pluck away each androgynous day without pain. I love her, I love him not. In filtered light, it’s all the same. Warning: The video contains adult images.
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