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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ she carries the weight of storms within her, a tempest wrapped in silk, fierce and delicate, ready to unleash her fury w
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ she carries the weight of storms within her, a tempest wrapped in silk, fierce and delicate, ready to unleash her fury with a single whisper ♡̷̸⁩◞ 🌺 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ she carries the weight of storms within her, a tempest wrapped in silk, fierce and delicate, ready to unleash her fury w
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ she carries the weight of storms within her, a tempest wrapped in silk, fierce and delicate, ready to unleash her fury with a single whisper ♡̷̸⁩◞ 🌺 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤ 🦇 clair de lune. et roses ㅤ my heart is a cathedral of fractures and first light—honeyed ruins, star maps that never lear
ㅤㅤ 🦇 clair de lune. et roses ㅤ my heart is a cathedral of fractures and first light—honeyed ruins, star maps that never learned to rest. you came in like a season that wouldn’t leave warm hands, breath tasting of sun and iron, and every place you touched became a new kind of ache. now love survives in the aftermath stuck in my ribcage like a bitten prayer, trailing through my blistered heels and soft ears. even my shadows bloom where you stood. ㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤ 🦇 clair de lune. et roses ㅤ my heart is a cathedral of fractures and first light—honeyed ruins, star-maps that never lear
ㅤㅤ 🦇 clair de lune. et roses ㅤ my heart is a cathedral of fractures and first light—honeyed ruins, star-maps that never learned to rest. you came in like a season that wouldn’t leave: warm hands, breath tasting of sun and iron, and every place you touched became a new kind of ache. now love survives in the aftermath stuck in my ribcage like a bitten prayer, trailing through my blistered heels and soft ears. even my shadows bloom where you stood. ㅤㅤ