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ππ₯ππ‘π¬π΄
Feb 17, 2025
Poetry
Drama
Ache,
For the black of night.
Forsake,
Not feeling the weight.
Streak,
Of cometβs trail.
Bleak,
In the coldβs tail.
β¦
I love you baby π€
Il fait toujours beau au-dessus des nuages Mais moi, si j'Γ©tais un oiseau, j'irais danser sous l'orage, thank you my moon and stars for supporting me in everything π€
Lola
4 days ago
Love love love the first two linesπ€