Iโm at the blue stage
Our hearts far away, mourning
Music hugs the void
A rambling Curious George who just doesnโt stop writing, doesnโt stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. ๐ช๐จ
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Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?
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Padded history Each blue thread tells a story Sewed in deep glory
By ๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ถ ๐ฒ.3 years ago in Poets
You are in the presence of a dangerous woman, one unashamed of her blood-- I'll smear it on your fucking face. Unafraid of my own voice--
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Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?