I'm secretly jealous, but you're not mine anyway

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ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘
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𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊
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【 Beneath the shirt where whispers 】
【 lay, A mark of boldness here to stay 】
【 A lower back, a space divine 】
【 Where art and flesh in dance align 】

👩‍❤‍💋‍👩 The needle hums a gentle tune, A buzzing symphony in the room. With every stroke, a dream unfolds, A tale of courage, brave and bold

A swirl, a curve, a delicate line In tipsy hours, the stars align. With laughter, cheers, and tales of old A masterpiece in hues so bold. ───── PAGE 🌟

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ㅤ MOMMY ㅤㅤ& ㅤㅤ.. 1995
ㅤ CHAP II’ ────── PAGE, XII.

🕷️ on my waist, an arachnid traces.
In intricate hues its presence
graces, A mosaic of ancient
lore, of resilience, endurance
and something more. Eight limbs
traverse a storied strand, In
whispered tones, wisdom is
planned an emblem of twilight
and dawn of balance found &
darkness gone 🤟 [727]

【 HOT. 】► The spider,
sage of hidden art

🤟 In depths of night, it mends the heart,
With every twist and every line, Its silent wisdom we divine. so on my waist, this mark my bear, a symbol rich, beyond compare, a token of the paths i’ve traced, with spider’s wisdom there embraced.