Whisky Kiss

hits me blue

By warwaraPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

hit me baby, one more time

Whisky Wave

Whisky burns so dry.

Milk and honey drip my lips.

Fire hits more kisses.

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warwara

My soul has walked through fire and emerged glowing through truth seeking, relentlessly surviving. So I’m writing the chaos, and healing through words, burning illusions, and blooming from the ashes. I am raw, the real, and the revolution.

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