My existence is a scandal

And like all lovers and sad people, i am a poet.

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[firstfullmoon]

women reading in peter vilhelm ilsted (1861–1933)

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ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒾𝓇 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓋𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝓊ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉

𝒯ℴ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 ℐ'𝓂 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉

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[russsianbimbo]

[rosenaufsuden-deactivated202003]

tired eyes and ink stained hands trail across the pages, as the rain-swept buildings nestle underneath the gloomy skies, and the poems of baudelaire pour from my heart.

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