satori18
Bluelighter
i sit, looking at the same scene...view, my legs pushed together, two pairs, strange to me, while i am looking, searching only for familiarity, on either side...same vision, different scenario.
bus, train,class.
i push the pice of red string that came off my bright guatemalan backpack into the crevice in my tan courderoy skirt.
bright red, calling my attention away from my thighs, spread before me, pushed together, carefully guarding my sought after feminity...classification comes.
i walk the same way back, senes of life decorate my stage, different not every day, but everysecond, a thought process gains momentum. i trip.
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satori shalom
bus, train,class.
i push the pice of red string that came off my bright guatemalan backpack into the crevice in my tan courderoy skirt.
bright red, calling my attention away from my thighs, spread before me, pushed together, carefully guarding my sought after feminity...classification comes.
i walk the same way back, senes of life decorate my stage, different not every day, but everysecond, a thought process gains momentum. i trip.
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satori shalom
