- Love isn't red here-it's orange, like the sun when it's not sure if it should stay.
It doesn't shout; it lingers, quiet and stubborn, beneath borrowed skies.
Because real love isn't polished or perfect-
it's wild, untamed, and glowing in the spaces we're afraid to name. -
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It doesn't shout; it lingers, quiet and stubborn, beneath borrowed skies.
Because real love isn't polished or perfect-
it's wild, untamed, and glowing in the spaces we're afraid to name. -
#photography #photo
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