somehow a little over the carbonated shadows of winded up tumultuous schemes of both soberness and 88% anger, i weep what i write.
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Stories by Spencer Hollymount
melting hydrosphere
maybe one touch and all will melt beneath our feet.
© hollymount, 2022
gentle petaldews
in the nooks of dusty bookspine and scented nectars, you'll find the summer in the palm of spring
© hollymoun...