somehow // Tuesday, March 9
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6:50 AM |
Back to those bright mornings, misty 6 a.m.s of purple cloud of sensual nights and star gazings, where feelings were showed. domineering aura like a father, aloof yet warm, like silk securely grasped in a calloused hand twin fox signs, four mischievous glints the daring mind feasted on the dangerous ones indulging in the hypothetical scenarios, satisfying her fearless mind with strong imaginations. the playlist is like a love potion where it ignites powerful imagination of the reality that was once a relaxation and time is ticking, one realized they've been drinking poison |
unconscious level 