Your portrait decays the longer I observe it.
I don't think you deserve the vibrant colours you've been etched by.
Perplexed, perhaps these are my reservations speaking.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
Your portrait decays the longer I observe it.
I don't think you deserve the vibrant colours you've been etched by.
Perplexed, perhaps these are my reservations speaking.
I'd pay to see you frown.
20th of February, 2018.
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