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Timid petals,
Fell on my lips
Rusted metal,
Bound on my ribs
Knew you wouldn’t settle
For anything but bliss
Here’s to my purity and insanity
I was a prisoner of fall,
A prisoner of fall
~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌
Will sketch someone in these
Zuhair Murad fall 2021 rtw