As I sip on the rest of the coffee you left
A kiss left of you
Heaven
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.
Mary Oliver, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞
Did I love too much again?
brain rot took over and sewed a little Crowley snek
𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊
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alternative caption: Crowley eating hot wings