Jan 2021
everything sets at the window
like; drips of moon ink,
the lingered scent of a summer's day
the pleasure of a romantic moment
our smiles, wet with rain
the song of— time in the bottle
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 12, 2020
like; drips of moon ink,
the lingered scent of a summer's day
the pleasure of a romantic moment
our smiles, wet with rain
the song of— time in the bottle
PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 12, 2020
(100/F/soot-dark garden)
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