(WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE) CASABLANCA
Fig and bitter orange drift through a haze of green tea and unsaid goodbyes. Vetiver lingers like his cologne on your silk scarf — the scent of one last night, of what was almost forever. Here’s looking at you, kid.
Fig and bitter orange drift through a haze of green tea and unsaid goodbyes. Vetiver lingers like his cologne on your silk scarf — the scent of one last night, of what was almost forever. Here’s looking at you, kid.
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