hit me baby, one more time
Whisky Wave
Whisky burns so dry.
Milk and honey drip my lips.
Fire hits more kisses.
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warwara
My soul has walked through fire and emerged glowing through truth seeking, relentlessly surviving. So I’m writing the chaos, and healing through words, burning illusions, and blooming from the ashes. I am raw, the real, and the revolution.
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