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⭒᩠۪۫𝆬♡꒱. 𝒟azzling rhinestones in the azure sky ethereal feeling that heaven is watching silent crescent moon brighter than usual streaks of lingering cosmos in 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 form constellations peeking through gorgeous clouds wolf’s howl dares to break the reverent silence. Stars in dust wasteland, seen once every seven years, desert flowers bloom. Every night she counted the stars and connected by 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Every night she connected by the grass beneath her pricking the backs of her necks and she caught the flying stars. She crashing the syllables that drip off of wilting 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 petals and each letter is a star. She make up the constellations while foreign galaxies drip from her lips. Nebulae dance across her angel-shedded skin and particles of the sun hide under the freckles resting on her shoulders. The wonders of the 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬 that swirl in the pit of her lean and golden tummy, finding solace in the way she breathe in and exhale the energy of the universe that she created in the beating passage of my worn-out soul. And the 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 that accumulate under her skin will explode.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ