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The Kisser

04/28/2026 14:58h
As in,in the, of course. The body knew the drill by now. Was are we there yet and then never been so, then so long. Heart tied with twine, with shorthairs, trip wires—whispered that bind. Drew the short straw, scared herself apart to spit-sweet shards and into time that counted backwards from two lips ago. Said done is done and is between me and those teeth