The Galaxy Song

My fingernail tastes like nectar as I sink my teeth into it. The air is a furnace with fumes that feel both drowsy and dreadful. This summer trance is an eternal one, without a saving grace. My room is like a cubicle of sultry fantasies. In my head, I rule the world. I control their […]

via The Galaxy Song — Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues

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