Photo Source: Unsplash milkmade, mellow, and melting the time her flesh is disclosed and callow, the cathedral of unchaste billows the skies in a murderous haste. she fails to pay heed for she is a dearth of wise. her rationale yet underdeveloped and we all know better. an unemployed machine only rusts about its cardinal piece, and her womb is too precious to be left uneaten. our sweet girl, our delicate angel, our naive doll. how can we leave her to her own accord? she ought to be confined...