Stace Wilson

Joined February 2021

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@Stacepickle

Exploring something inside that has been long forgotten

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Pantone
Colour me by numbers, Ruby red seventeen. with that blushed originality tie dye by a machine gun heart imprinted pink marking my skin.
By Stace Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Paperwait.
And there she was. Her brunette hair flowing so freely, a smile so peaceful and a mind so mysterious. She was the type of girl that would run away and start and new life and people would remember her. She was known for her free spirit; nothing was a worry; nothing could furrow her brow. Things to her were just exactly that; things.
By Stace Wilson5 years ago in Humans