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save my blushes for the grave
no shy glance, no coy restraint
and i won't hang my head
and i won't repent
won't face the wall and count to ten
#inktober
steepled fingers, ring leaders
queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers, required
in your hoof lies the heartland
where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux
it’s all in your eyes
#inktober