Aftertaste
- 12 hours ago
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I sip the thought of you like a heated beverage,
burning, but necessary.
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A universe of words, where outcasts wear crowns and silence learns to sing.
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A universe of words, where outcasts wear crowns and silence learns to sing.
I sip the thought of you like a heated beverage,
burning, but necessary.
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