The oscine song in frangipani bloom
In oscine song and frangipani whiffs the missing part is what he sees Mikado‘s craving ichor of the gods, to live forever is his quest. He cannot hear the birds. […]
In oscine song and frangipani whiffs the missing part is what he sees Mikado‘s craving ichor of the gods, to live forever is his quest. He cannot hear the birds. […]
Originally posted on Weekly #lqw wordle:
frangipani ichor mikado silurian tendon oscine mise I have not had the time and energy to write anything myself on these words.. I admire…
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
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