Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Her mascara ran in streaksdown her facelipstick smeared across heralabaster cheeks like a porcelaindoll that had been flung aroundbefore the paint had dried....barely blinkingeyes like content little sunspoking through dark mascaracloudsshe is brokenyet whole at the same timeand she belongs ”
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From : Make Me Take It from You: Erotic Poetry and Short Stories
