ও tinted whispers in the air, a balm for wounds. 🪷 ౨
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(privy) fog–spilled lanes, tweed brushing knees, noth the poem hushes where london writes me in warm hands and colder tea. 📒💐
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ও tinted whispers in the air, a balm for wounds. 🪷 ౨ right away.
ও tinted whispers in the air, a balm for wounds. 🪷 ౨ right away.