Stripped Red Bikini, It’s a peculiar ache, realizing how many people drift through your orbit, leaving behind tiny, distinct gravitational pulls that never quite vanish. You carry the echoes of those encounters, a mosaic of almost-shared futures and unspoken understandings, even as the present moment quietly demands you release them all to make space for whatever comes next.
Stripped Red Bikini, It’s a peculiar ache, realizing how many people drift through your orbit, leaving behind tiny, distinct gravitational pulls that never quite vanish. You carry the echoes of those encounters, a mosaic of almost-shared futures and unspoken understandings, even as the present moment quietly demands you release them all to make space for whatever comes next.
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