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ㅤ her lips, painted the hue of spilled wine, @amorsphous & @utterlys as though to taste the summer-laden air, 🪷🌉. ‧₊˚ summer in new york was eternal, unending, burning; and so was she. ㅤ
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taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
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taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
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taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
385
taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
385
taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
385
taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
385
taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
385
taken by solitude of the hour: into the susurrus of cicadas cloaked in the urban din, into the amorphous, sanguine ache of being a girl in a city too vast to contain her. / 📸👠⭐️🖇️.
