the 1998 calendar became four sweet seasons, the luminosity reflected in accredited nexus, the fears were arranged cheerfully as if sparkling in my hushed chest, the unspoken sensation in document of memories, spending my time in the hum of love without rhythm, your withering
without sending tangerines that encompassed.
ㅤㅤㅤ
⌨♥︎
(delicacy and taste as skies.) I picked the fruit
in a bouquet-wrapped like a bouquet, otted down in my casually the tickle of my heart,
the foursome seasons manouevre me / with blooming rosiness / lingering in whispers and desire that arouse ardour / course absent on
me and iridescent smashable
⌨♥︎
(delicacy and taste as skies.) I picked the fruit
in a bouquet-wrapped like a bouquet, otted down in my casually the tickle of my heart,
the foursome seasons manouevre me / with blooming rosiness / lingering in whispers and desire that arouse ardour / course absent on
me and iridescent smashable
[20/04/55]