Poetry Collection - wildflower blues - why am i still here

Poetry Collection - wildflower blues

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"I sipped the moonlight off her lips and stumbled home drunk" - Atticus

read this while on your morning communte and glance out the window every so often. guaranteed to give you main character vibes.All Rights Reserved

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