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Sep 2018
it was spring in the
dreamy outlands,
serene rivers mantled
by soft, rosy hue of
freshly fallen petals—
the zephyr blew a light
kiss on our smiling,
blush-painted faces
dazed by the ever so
pristine allure of this
realm—

and undying warmth of
entwined fingers—

until the end of
the doze.
me, having too much sweetly sickening, saccharine dreams. i've been kinda obsessed with Japan lately, and i've been dreaming about going there too.
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harley r noire  20
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