Playing Footsie

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Playing Footsie

I did not spawn the cold winters of my mind. Like a salmon attending the roe. Over cataracts and stones. Just to be your placebo, as you play footsie with the Devil's brand. Or to be your Harlequin doll, as you ride another pony. Spinning webs of deceit until the night dries out in your cold veins. Down the tributaries of a long dark river. Just to be your placebo. But, death has cold feet.


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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