

Her Sin Her SinHer Sin
Bless me Father for I have sinned She sits alone swathed in the safety of the darkness that surrounds her save for the candle that burns behind her confessor Creating a flickering silhouette before her Her voice is husky and low
as if she fears
her words will ooze under the door and hang in the air over her


Morph Morph Color form shapeless but shaped filling the void with expectations not spoken but felt Not real but reflectedMorph
a beautiful thing shinning
shifting colors melting into each other forever in motion forever different dep
Feed me
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TANSTAFFL
Be careful what you wish for......
CBO, Photography
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kristen
shut up voices, or i'll poke you with a q-tip again
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kristen
shut up voices, or i'll poke you with a q-tip again
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