sweet plum sticky on pale fingers
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dawn blankets the town in glowing rays of heat.
kissing the stars
You and I, in this space together.
waiting for warmer days.
and Boreas played his harp through the night.
the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
stories of flesh and bone
imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.
What Once Was
what once was is nothing now.
the sunlight who burns away all secrets is locked from the underground secrets.