zwischen kafferänderflecken, eisluftschnipseln und wimperntuschebächen saßen schwarze seidensträhen, blaue ozeane und zu viele gefühle für einen kopf.
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i want my words to fly like those bird swarms and melt on your tongue like cold vanilla ice in july 🌸
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SUGAR COATED, BLOOD STAINED TONGUE
This piece of art is taking part in the OpenNovellaContest2026 and is to be regarded as a work-in-progress.
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sleepless nights and blurry visions.
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