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ㅤ 𐚈 .. 📜 DECEMBER [ ..] nips the idyllic
ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤair, and we are reborn.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ @SOOURLE
ㅤㅤ ㅤ You spin into renaissance,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ gold cloth snug to your
ㅤㅤㅤ chest as the sun vengefully spits
ㅤㅤburnt orange feathers at a blued dawn.

ㅤFreshly carved paper and
ㅤhot ink, the ice-cold tiles
ㅤon your bathroom floor,
ㅤnudged sleep and solemnly
ㅤwhispered 𓇟  goodbyes.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤSoftened mania, but a
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤdeeper ache swallows you.

ㅤThe earth barely prying out of
ㅤsummer’s baneful grasp, once
ㅤa refuge for breathing, an excuse;
ㅤnow we are reminded life is a gift.

But the last flickers of light blur in sloshed revelery, we seize the shivered night and claim it with innate warmth and sentience.

ⓘ .. ／ Cheers to a new moon: your feet are cold, your laugh is warm. Scarlet and gold stir drunkenly under your tongue.

ㅤ “.. fall is death before it loses its magic”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ🖋.. INKED, 15.00—22TH
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