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"raxiera" poems
Yellow, ochre, orange- I count the colours through the window. Like pretty Instagram filters, but warmer and soothing. I can see the Sun, through the textured window and it's wooden bars Only to realize, nothing beats this feeling of dripping raxeira through every inch of my skin-- Nothing... except YOU.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
ankitasarma1996
Raxiera
Yellow, ochre, orange- I count the colours through the window. Like pretty Instagram filters, but warmer and soothing. I can see the Sun, through the textured window and it's wooden bars Only to realize, nothing beats this feeling of dripping raxeira through every inch of my skin-- Nothing... except YOU.
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