THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
of course i had to..
got a lil sand in there
my O was a lil displaced.. i kno.. 
& as the sun slowly made its way west, she dusted off her palms and shins and retreated back into the ocean//
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