ㅤ𝕴 will mix me a drink of stars, large stars with polychrome needles, small stars jetting maroon and crimson, 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. I’ll tear them out of the sky, and squeeze them over an old silver cup, and i’ll pour the cold scorn of my 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 into it, so that my drink shall be bubbled with ice. It will lap and scratch as i swallow it down, and i shall feel it as a serpent of 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊, coiling and twisting in my 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲. His snortings will rise to my head, and i shall be hot, and laugh, forgetting that i have ever known a 𝐶𝑖𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐺𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

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