You like the trend of longer hemlines because you prefer your imagination. What cannot be seen is always more captivating than what is revealed. You come from your head. You write me letters, imagining me smoking out the window of my room. Imagining me reading in the bath. Painting for me pictures of myself in solitude. But I am rarely alone, and I like my skirts short. I quit smoking and I lost the stopper for the drain. Is being held spellbound, in fact, the way you prefer to be held.
am i human
am i human
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