𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘂𝘀ridaJan 18, 20231 min readUpdated: Nov 8, 2023drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on to that shrub some more. just some more, 'till i become sweet for you.
drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on to that shrub some more. just some more, 'till i become sweet for you.
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