fiascos, shenanigans, and the most beautiful binds. instigated by one tiny girl, miss Poppy Avalon.
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Be a blessing…
A wish come true…
46 days. And counting…
A necessary lie… and an answer
The relentless raining down of our current condition…
On the nights you cannot breathe
“…fragile like a flower; fragile like a bomb.”
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