Bottomless
Monotonous
Obscure
Incandescent
They can't be, yet it is all she can think of wanting.
Maybe she mis-stepped.
"Are we alone now?"
No.
That puerile person still holds him, & as this person wrecks him & he does nothing,
she can't do nothing.
She drops in despair.
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