

Floaty Girl PotionThe phantom fathom climbed up my leg like a plastic prosthetic crafted for fitting splinter like rods; the kind that feaster in my iris. It tickled my entrance and penetrated deep into electro pockets, eating at all my metaphysical lies. Sleep ran away and my eyes dripped honey blood, lushes and delicate, full of mosquito larva and I threw up vaporous night shades and watched dizzy hearted as they were swept up into the sea breeze. My feet traveled like mummy stumbles, like a heap of silly flesh all crooked and stiff, that’s all. The moon, she glowed with her cherub pasty face always with her nose turned up, ignoring every howl I made, everyFloaty Girl Potion
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