𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵 .
sunkissed hearts n feverish love™️
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caprice skies
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
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IN ARLES
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
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