wildwoman. (Remove filter)
Adam can go *** himself
I am not fruit ripe for the picking,
my indigestible flesh is an alter
I will worship life by
before I ever let Adam take a bite.
Friday 21st February 2025 8:34 am
wildwoman. (Remove filter)
I am not fruit ripe for the picking,
my indigestible flesh is an alter
I will worship life by
before I ever let Adam take a bite.
Friday 21st February 2025 8:34 am
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