Loosing the strings around my mind, like a gift no one could wait for me to have.
Grim hope fills this vessel, as light shines from the darkest corners.
Callous fixation beyond mortal tribulation.
Shelter the hues of heartstring tangling my lungs to yours, like a dripping umbrella soaking your left side.
Keep me close to your dominant hand, my dear.
Let us sip of melancholy and holy embrace forever more!
Please?
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Loosing the strings around my mind, like a gift no one could wait for me to have.
Grim hope fills this vessel, as light shines from the darkest corners.
Callous fixation beyond mortal tribulation.
Shelter the hues of heartstring tangling my lungs to yours, like a dripping umbrella soaking your left side.
Keep me close to your dominant hand, my dear.
Let us sip of melancholy and holy embrace forever more!
Please?
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