glass (Remove filter)
size them up
had me my hand me downs
and, we all know too well known
if the shoe fits wear it
nicest stuff is worn out and she wore my XXL shirt around the house
her chores, get done…
one bra in the wash and no panties on
The first steps
commemorated with expensive shoes,
soles being broken in,
a mash of burning glass,
molten sand and in it,
it’s silica content
Sunday 27th October 2024 6:11 pm
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