𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 SzaTriz 👓🪞「 200th days 」
“Two hundred days of “nothing,”
and yet—
your scent lingers on his lab,
his hand lingers on your chin.
Strange,
how something unnamed
feels so territorial,
and yours.”
𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 200𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼
, 𝓼𝓽𝓻��
𝓷𝓰𝓮��.
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