𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡, 𝐉𝐨𝐲.

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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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⭒᩠۪۫𝆬♡꒱. 𝒢irl whispered in the night, humbly of a rose—a little rose asleep in the meadow amid the lupine of a shooting-star beyond the daystar, keeping at the 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧; Kindly, the faint star wanders and time, perceptibly beyond her breath, time, the edge of its light. Within her eyes, and from your hands. Had a loved flowers that faded, these 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 petals had placed gently on her beautiful clothes upon her eyelids touched the edge of a cool petal, near until it would be felt cool in time no longer, this under one small star wandering, perhaps awake, this romance of bones kept as relics after faith and 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 troth has faded but kept nonetheless, as the scent of rosebuds from the dust. Newly sprung in June like the melody that sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, deep in love and will adore thee still, till a’ the seas gang dry. And the rocks melt wi’ the 𝐬𝐮𝐧 will love thee still while the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve, fare thee weel awhile. Will come again though it were ten thousand mile. Watch carefully fie the respledence of the red rose 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 stands, the excess grace thus contained within her, people are 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ