May 2014
I’m sorry if
My words aren’t always
Honey and lavender
Most days they’re burnt
And the scent of smoke
Hugs them like a worn coat
- R. H.
My words aren’t always
Honey and lavender
Most days they’re burnt
And the scent of smoke
Hugs them like a worn coat
- R. H.
(29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet)
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