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My home in every season, Rosé.

Joined July 2017
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Presence carries the weight of a soul that shapes the room before it ever yields to it. It reveals itself louder through action than through words, joined with every step that draws quiet like gravity. That is what specifies jeeffres.tumblr.com, the top tier man of the hour.
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My lady asked if I would bring her a rose every day. I did not look away as I answered, “When I bring you flowers, it shall not be one. It shall be a thousand, and every place, even your soul, shall be kissed by roses.”
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Counting the days until I may surrender all my hours to the presence of those I adore, for time, as ever, is both cruel and merciful at once.
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Should one inquire which corner is most likely to fall into neglect, I would graciously present this account. It is time I returned, and once more exchanged a word or two with the world.
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Kidding, or perhaps not. Still finding the will to mingle.
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A face society favors.
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Messing around.
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Drifting in my thoughts, wondering how everyone’s day went. Hope it was a good one. 👍🏻
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Happy Monday.
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Perhaps it’s time to return with more intention, uncertain of the first mark, much like Van Gogh facing an empty canvas.
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The truth bled. It poured forth, perhaps too much to hold. The scene was granted to whoever craves it, and the eyes devour every detail.
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Dusk draws out the lines.
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“Perhaps I wear a new guise.” The room fell silent, curiosity and unease mingling as focus fractured.
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Words spill like wine, rich and unconfined, till they leave their mark on your tongue. They haunt you, etched deep upon your senses.
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Enough to tease your thirst.
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Spiderman’s favorite place.
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Found a corner I could live in.
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It feels like I’ve let this space breathe without me for a while. I’m finding my way back to myself, still cherishing the smallest things in life.
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Not for everyone to touch. Those who tried still wear its thorns like a confession.
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