Pottery Barn Has very few pots And no barns May 22, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
House in order π They sell the milk π Tools at your disposal π They sell the mess π Capsized with a judgment π They sell the mop π
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Drenched in light ~ Flooded in love ~ Awash in lush ~ Esconsced in elegance ~ Bathed in liberty ~ Clothed in ecstasy ~ Cocooned in wings ~ Annointed in beauty ~ Immersed in euphoria ~ Enthralled in warmth ~ Loomed in generosity ~ Levitated in gravity ~ Humbled in empathy ~ Eviscerated in vice ~
There are truths that the lips cannot speak with words, only touch ~ There are visions that the eyes cannot see with light. Only love
Strikingly suffuse stratospheric satchel strophically sailing systolic seasons somewhere so staggeringly sublime, selenographical seraphims spark snowdrifts singing soft somatic shine
For you. Miss Maybelline. I will write ten thousand more. I will walk them off the page. I will park the Saturn solstice. On your eyesβ noetic shore. I will plant the Torres Blancas. In your heartβs- Sophian floor. And I will sing the sadness. I will ignite its chorus. Without a second thought. Without a first care. I will sail it. To the soft imperfect Andromedan core. And I will roll it. Through loveβs enmiracle celine restore. Without a single regret. Without an ounce of respect Because you ~ Ms. Born with it ~ deserve the universe κ§βκ§ of levitiesβ, hummingbird auror
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