a tea party. milk and air and roses. white roses. i know what you are made of. you are all heart and bone and skin. you are colour, pale shades of pink and i remember milky mornings with you in my back yard watching the sun rise over the moutains.and i have realized that i will go wherever you take me. what can i give you now, now that i have given you everything? i need a clear start. a new start. a new beginning. something fresh and clean and white and sincere. i smell like roses and dusk today. i am thinking of golden light. i just want to make something beautiful.
there is so much to be :)
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