the air is crisp
but the stars so bright
looking up
with you
burying myself
in your
pirate coat
silently whispering
words of love
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
the air is crisp
but the stars so bright
looking up
with you
burying myself
in your
pirate coat
silently whispering
words of love
discovering a peace i never knew i was missing
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