In her story, or: Through the lies

My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies