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The limited palette of the January riverbank, #nomakeup #nofilter just the burst capillaries and thread veins bare A tired earthy visage, still allures the blackbird and wren who never truly got the hang of saying when and feast past decency The idea is to recuperate and re-emerge fresh and green but truth seems more like this molasses mud that hold boots firm
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Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 9:24 AM UTC
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The limited palette of the January riverbank, #nomakeup #nofilter just the burst capillaries and thread veins bare A tired earthy visage, still allures the blackbird and wren who never truly got the hang of saying when and feast past decency The idea is to recuperate and re-emerge fresh and green but truth seems more like this molasses mud that hold boots firm
drunkenkind
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Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 9:24 AM UTC
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