Sabina Tycho. In the language of the elves (№ 461019)
I fold my arms over my chest and gather my palms into fists, because my fingers itch, whine, and tear. They need to touch you, they - I - need to make sure that you are real, alive, material, not diagnosed to me by someone in a white coat with years of difficult study and practice.
№ 461019 Added
MegaMozg 11-01-2024 / 00:57
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