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the cool night air tangles itself around my short hair nostalgia of summers lost to the tick of time it reminds me how temporary the orange and pink passionate sunsets are and how the blue hour fades to the tone of a calm bass but i'll miss l'bleu heure more than I'll miss those unrequited loves and by love I mean those sorrowful admirations searching for validation but with this new season i bid the past goodbye as i bid goodbye to l'bleu heure
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
l'bleu heure (autumn)
the cool night air tangles itself around my short hair nostalgia of summers lost to the tick of time it reminds me how temporary the orange and pink passionate sunsets are and how the blue hour fades to the tone of a calm bass but i'll miss l'bleu heure more than I'll miss those unrequited loves and by love I mean those sorrowful admirations searching for validation but with this new season i bid the past goodbye as i bid goodbye to l'bleu heure
Chanceux_24
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
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