Enslaved to technology and efficiency. Closed legs and closing windows. An evening and afternoon of opulent naps. Too many words etched shallowly onto inflexible plastic. Stray blonde strands in every crack and crevice. A truly impressive amount of tape to keep overfull hearts from bursting. Returning to the grins, while a sad blonde sundae melts under a cloudy sky.
4:41 p.m. - 2018-05-21
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