Blush-pink ballet slippers, dusted with glitter, perched atop your roughened boots.
We dance, and suddenly I’m twenty-two, waltzing alone.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
Blush-pink ballet slippers, dusted with glitter, perched atop your roughened boots.
We dance, and suddenly I’m twenty-two, waltzing alone.
Ill pick up, though you might not answer.