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Every so often I glance at the sky an catch a small ray of hope .. still that's as good as it gets 🙃 nothing is real anymore .. it's nearly been that long it'd hard to imagine I once lived such a life of pure bliss

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When the artist on Insta that drew the art of your inspired tattoo, shares his work wich now happens to be on your arm 🖤 winning

Something like that

“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”

— Ferdinand de Saussure

Hands free from Me 🖤💔 ...

Lips to leave imprints

she'll walk through your heart before you've got time to grasp, in that very moment owning your ass

letting you lead she watches your march, reading your steps like her new formed art

running your fastest only to tire no point to hide she'll still see you there even in ur darkest ,I'll give by now she knows me well a fantastic artist

never to be set free until she bore she wore you proudly like the heart on her sleeve, still the universe has plans she's got to leave

no longer gay an would rather a sire , now like the clouds her heads way higher

All of sudden just you on that path ,dare to look back fuck now come the rath

rolling you out tired an sore druged up on her love now sure to withdraw

you hurt from that fall just your own echo on call an those words left sure to play on repeat ,fell so hard that forest of love its so deep

Now to be no more then spiritual love it's still there just flouts silently until it hits vibrations an message bank above

For now thanks I'll send you message each week, it won't be simple no youll have to seek

Later sending a sweet whisper in the breeze, sometimes still kind small things that will put you at eeze

this big beautiful thing called heart its no longer yours now hers to keep, it shall help our link see she'll still visit by dream that's where I've learnt best place to seek

❤ This way, as we bed an wake there next mine her head will still lay

🌷that flowers still blooming 🌸

Roses once red now they just dead 🥀 🌹.. whatever 🙄 .. she's happy 😊😔

you’re making playlists you and him will listen to on the road now. i’m nothing if not only in your rearview mirror. enjoy the trip, bitch

Eat it eat, it eat, eat it

Ass ass ass... I'ma titts an ass bitch 🖤🌈

Remember when we first met I read you a scene from my head .. you were that Lilie, a closed of bud ready to bloom 🌷 I love that your still blooming an I was such a large part in being that very lake that helped you start opening..

— Adonis, ‘Body’

We can only hope 🌞🌜

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