Molecules strung together like spun sugar. Licking her lips, anticipation. A rocky start to a great marriage. Craggy coastline of her figure Pock marks from all the jabs. Time has a way to weigh her down.

via Untitled — Seasons: A poetic journey of a thousand miles

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