Risque Images of Careless Creatures
We found the break in the fence and we escaped. I was never the herding type and He became a pro at swimming upstream long before he knew of my existence. We are the raw fruit in a kitchen filled with canned goods. He is my shepherd in the night and I am his
by day—‘fore I found no shame in my nudity, and He’d sworn his allegiance
to a GθD who has no name.
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HERE IN THIS SPACE YOU WILL ENCOUNTER MY STORY.
THERE YOU WILL FIND MY LIFE OF SURFACING → PURPLE CRAVINGS