ㅤ𝐏avillion 𝐃e 𝐕endôme; tea blueness above me had never seemed so lucid. Not in the past days, when crooked and nostalgic thoughts, crafted storms in the mirror of my soul.
It's been seven nights since i soothed my sorrows while intoxicating my daydreams in a cup of midnigh wonders. What exquisite medicine, do the stars possess? I couldn't tell. But its warm parfume of promises, has awakened all the senses in me.
If this is my heartache, then let it be mine to endure. Permit me to feel it in its entirety. Don't tell me how much of you i am allowed to love. The heart writes poerty that is then read aloud by the eyes.
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It's been seven nights since i soothed my sorrows while intoxicating my daydreams in a cup of midnigh wonders. What exquisite medicine, do the stars possess? I couldn't tell. But its warm parfume of promises, has awakened all the senses in me.
If this is my heartache, then let it be mine to endure. Permit me to feel it in its entirety. Don't tell me how much of you i am allowed to love. The heart writes poerty that is then read aloud by the eyes.
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