The worlds orange now, just after dawn, where the sun lays with hope over the horizon, maybe the sun will bring you happiness and luck, or hardship and pain, Apollo is the ruthless god of the sun, and he holds no mercy for us.
The sky looks orange rn yeet
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Watercolour Irony
PoezieI believe that anything that makes you feel something means something, if something inspires you enough to write about it, and you feel so strongly about it that you can barely think of a word to express how it makes you feel, then it deserves a pla...
