{cutthroat antidote}
her body leaned back up against the sleek sky,
from this vantage point she knew,
any definitive answer troubles him;
killer queens beneath the new moon,
drafting a dream bereft my dream,
paradise would be our antidote,
but it takes time,
which we happen to be out of.
–e.l. jayne
Poems & Prose 
Bellissimo! ❤
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Grazie, amore mio, sono super contenta
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Relevant for our current world. Oh so very relevant.
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