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Apr 2020
Scent of weak oranges flows through the air

Coupled with bitter lavender

Out of use sour ashtongue as it tumbles


Orange flows through the glass


Posted with the lack of words


*hey, i miss you
Three maidens, three stories, three to get to the seventh.

July 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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