words don't come that easy.

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31.12.21
00:05

i am a dewdrop-snowdrop-cherry-cough-drop baby sitting in the bare boned sunlight of a December day. a too-peculiar glow creeps upon my face as i inhale the fact that i am okay now, after it all. i am a warm sensation that weaves itself into the rhythm of the day, burn up like your favourite incense: patchouli, peach-filled, lily of the valley. sweet pomegranate stained fingers, grapefruit kissed lips, and a heart full of oranges, i will peel like a fresh printed book just for you. i will wait in the cusp between summer and fall for you to bring freezing palms to my doorstep, so they can lay reincarnated on mine. i will give you dried flowers and make my skin a canvas of euphoria, live a thousand touches and more. perhaps i am just a blink in time, the shortest day in the year, but know that i loved you beyond my lifetime.

ephexeral they ran out of cake in my diner so i am celebrating with some drinks. here's a picture just like you asked for.