

anitya.my hands are discarded.anitya.
they are
throwaways-- negligible in the eyes of all my fathers, all my brothers, all my lovers.
and yet
when my lips touch down to
these stones unwashed all these halls, walls, catcalls-- the scent of this home chills my
senses to the subzero vapor
of all the marrow i share my meals with.
every day i look at these hands that aren't strong, that aren't capable, that aren't what he wants, and i cleave them from my mouth, from my throat
in hopes th
Adivina o.o
Te soñé >.<
Hhaha.
Loquita Luv u *-*
:* Muaaaaahpzx.
Pero así fué .. Tst.
Espero que estés de lo mejor.
Ehehe.
Cuando vienes ah? o.ò'
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~But There Is No Salvation for the Damned...Rest In Peace In Eternal Darkness~
++Why's the rum alway's gone? ;-;!!++
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~But There Is No Salvation for the Damned...Rest In Peace In Eternal Darkness~
++Why's the rum alway's gone? ;-;!!++
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