Little Red Dots
Like a simulacrum of a spring, she wear flowers carved into silk. A free spirit hiding secrets into her flesh temple written with images of past and thoughts. There is no way to see her as her gazing eyes keeps the truth above the smiles. She cuts deep into realitty and I will never see it again. Those bloody or cherry red little spots. And maybe, that's her name forever.nittie
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