. ⊹ Molten ;Moonlight rips your collarbones to shreds. whisper in swollen words. listen as the trees blees the weight of your secrets and Bury atrhied flesh. ✨💞eternal sleep creeps in orange streetlights, but never stays a warm hour 🍃🍁
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