𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓.

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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

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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

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⭒᩠۪۫𝆬♡꒱. 𝒮he was the personification of the moon. She drive your chariot across the heavens. Lighting the world before with the exquisiteness of her golden 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. The greatest love sleeps in her cave by the cattle she have visited this mortal many times. Forever wear on your head, the horns of the crescent moon 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 haired with such pervading brightness. When the forensics nurse inspected me, she couldn’t see the tenderness she showed after. The walk home squirmed sore with night. She passed the earthworms displaced to sidewalk, her bodies apostrophed in the 𝐬𝐮𝐧. When the forensic nurse inspected her, she described the house, historic blue. Asked her to push her hips down. Little crescent moons where her nails stabbed. She gave me the word abrasion so 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 she offered consent. Blue as the moon when she sighed wait, blue as the no of my throat. Abrasion, possibly extended form of red. Harm results in a starry night too, many 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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⭒᩠۪۫𝆬♡꒱. Flashing the lights, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 smiles towards us people, I put a little effort to pull some special poses to be shared, globally as a special treat from me. Personally, the color pink is naturally gorgeous for me, eye-catching, yet its calmness punch us- softly to let us know how graceful this color represents us. Also, did you catch the rainbow in the picture? It’s a hidden one inside of my eyes, it speaks for the massive spirit in coming to another new world for me as an explorer to place my feet on. Now you can presume where will I spend the whole day in, far away from your sight, but not as too far as where the Peter Pan dwell, he won’t take me- TinkerBell will never dressed in pink and jeans. Also, a pair of white shining sneakers.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, that happiness- not to kick it out of the definition of my style, is part of me to keep on my sanity to get a clearer view of my world to come. Capture me inside of this jubilee, my very own preferred genre to represent my character, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭? Freedom, the relaxation from all the crowded agenda this week, you might have a glance at me and said, she will never act casual and be around people for too long. It could be, the typical of me to stay inside and avoid the places with humans in it, but my social heartbeats keeps on taking me somewhere, where the freedom is expected to shine in crowded, not by the silence. Thence, probably, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ