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Jan 2020
the light looked like flowers that bloom only at night, the shifty ones, that ebb and flow with the alcohol resting on your breath.
you're so tough to get to, you know that? one million effigies burnt,
your name,
my blood,
entwined,
and set aflame.
from a prompt on tumblr
rose
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rose  33/F/washington d.c.
(33/F/washington d.c.)   
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   A Slow Heyoka and V
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