𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗖 𝗝.

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡 : There are fragrant acres where @RogueJohn comes long hours late and the still unmoving air cools the fevered hands of fate. Meadows where the afternoon hangs suspended in a flower and the moments of our dorm drift upon a weightless hour.