i crouch like a crow contrasting the snow, for the agony, i’d rather know. cause blinded i am, blindsided. peek in…into the peer in i’m not really like this… i’m probably plight-less.
a departure from the rouland mouret that i know. looser, floatier, more romantic look mixed in with his fail-safe body con wonder dresses. i think that my not completely flat stomach could get away with these beauties.