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Fingers stained blue from your favourite fountain pen, a smudge on your arm encircled by gold bangles that clink, like an introduction: clink clink ‘she’s here.’ Dark wisps hide, your watercolour eyes darkened by kohl, wrinkled with your crooked sunrise smile, soon it becomes a laugh that sounds like summer— all cartwheels across fresh grass, sticky lollipop smiles, a wrinkled shirt creased with time. Even effortless looks beautiful on you. I love every ink stain and clink, every wandering comment, and every laugh that’s a bit too loud— you couldn’t even begin to fathom all the love I hold for you.
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
my messy girl
Fingers stained blue from your favourite fountain pen, a smudge on your arm encircled by gold bangles that clink, like an introduction: clink clink ‘she’s here.’ Dark wisps hide, your watercolour eyes darkened by kohl, wrinkled with your crooked sunrise smile, soon it becomes a laugh that sounds like summer— all cartwheels across fresh grass, sticky lollipop smiles, a wrinkled shirt creased with time. Even effortless looks beautiful on you. I love every ink stain and clink, every wandering comment, and every laugh that’s a bit too loud— you couldn’t even begin to fathom all the love I hold for you.
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
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