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Dayana
"Let me hold the ghost of his touch— like paper keeps the ghost of perfume, a lingering sweetness, a delicate faintness, a whispered languid rush."
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Dayana3
For everything, down to the scribbles.
"Let me hold the ghost of his touch— like paper keeps the ghost of perfume, a lingering sweetness, a delicate faintness, a whispered languid rush."
petals caught between pages
Dayana