Dead Sexy

dead sexy skull
Mini bottle with skull and crossbones label, sitting in the eye socket of a plaster skull.

TokyoMilk #06

The blackest richest dirt, and polished exotic coffin woods, vanilla sweet flowers to cover the scent of death—-but then it lingers for a while at a distance, ethereal with a breath of incense ash and mystery.

My not-so-inner goth-girl finds this utterly lovely.


How sweet is this song?!

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