š·šš»š¼ridaJan 15, 20221 min readUpdated: Nov 8, 2023her scent gushes of fresh strawberries. sugar and yoghurt,i knew not her name,i drank in the blissful beauty before me.
her scent gushes of fresh strawberries. sugar and yoghurt,i knew not her name,i drank in the blissful beauty before me.
š²š»šš¼i float on a still pool of milk in a stance with the stellar bodies, watching them violently collide with each other. andromeda with the...
šµšš½š»š¼šmy sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist. what more could I want?
š®š½š¶š°š¶ššdrunk 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...
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