it was so scarlet, it was maroon.
thirteen, eight, twenty-three.
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sinvoir
Mar 13, 2025 06:42AM
not a mere fornight, but sixteen months have passed, yet I remain on a standstill. the lightest shift in my atmosphere brings my thoughts back to the apricity I felt as I embraced the affection you s...View all Conversations