angelica villasenor
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Love child
I had never seen Ling so like, her air almost made people suspect, if not make people afraid. She hummed a song without words, adding to it with the ease of her mouth, as if it could go on forever and always be new, leaning on the arm of her chair, as if to stand up, but moving her toes lightly on the ground, as if in a hurry to strike the beat of her own song, she momentarily forgot to stand up. She looked at the ceiling as if there were a fresh rose there. Her ears seemed to hear the faint sound of the crimson tide on her own face. She was a little carried away with happiness. She suddenly jumped up, laughing, three steps and one jump around the room several times, deliberately slightly panting, mouth more open smile. Her hair covered her right eye, and she threw it back with the spring of her neck. Then she crossed her arms to support her head and looked at the invisible fresh rose on the ceiling.
By angelica villasenor11 months ago in Filthy