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Wanderer
Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …
Lauren
usa    scorpio baby
sofia
Josh Allen
forest city, nc    17 · north carolina · poet
Hayleigh
27/F/England    Sunshine spills from her lips, every time she smiles
Natalie
Nate W
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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

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