lesions buried: heartstrings 2004. [?] ‧ ˚₊
crafting sonnets love, [tis these quiet moments that my heart, stirred by tales of yore and whisper the muses; @faanatic] solemn ── ?.
begins to weave its own poetry, a tapestry love spun from the threads imagination. @reverienight & @grapeshotbot.