With flying strands of hair in the cold wind and sorry frozen petals. With black and white hovering in the grey sky. With clock ticks and teary eyes; I am stuck in between the seconds, colors and layers of air.
A gift from God. A flower.
Ruska.
seriously?
haha.
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