Your body, it’s like a save state of the world you know and your understanding of it, an imprint of each spirit that passes through it, on your face, your personality and perspective, digging into your skin, all that bit into you, heaven and perfection tainted, your breasts, an echo of your child and the love you could give, passing through, the road weighs on us, each casual interaction, and each dream, all the vampires that care to haunt it, leaving a mark, cuts and bruises, you just wake up and don’t know how you got it, as I look at you, I’m taking a picture, an imprint of your soul, on this journey, our spirits touched, and we both took what we needed, sustenance and energy, tapping into spirituality, take as much as you need, your sweet body, lord knows it’s worth it…

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