eric unlearn til all thats left is a single flower
sc a soft mist rising towards the sky in the early morning light; the delicate dusting of white after a late winter snow fall; the sluggish ebb and flow of an ocean reflecting the black tar of night.
jb close yr eyes baby yr invisible
jb saying I love you is so low stakes, always say it when you mean it
jb yr empty shell belongs to someone else now
jb a threat nestled softly between a promise and a wish
jb emotional baggage claim
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