Sarah Hardin

Rookie (1977 / In the southern United States)


Sea salt rubbed into the open wound, bless the scars that have come due. Black- down deep; soot not blood swimming in my veins poisionious rapture, clogging the juglar. If I could of loved you, the way an addict loves her hit, would there have been a question in your eyes? No. Celtic rain soaking my skin, the gard

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