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| ❛ i watched them as if they were an old movie their black and white movements dancing like angels, fingers intertwined in a tangle of feelings that, at last, were sung as a love lullaby. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨୧ songs and their nuances that remind me of myself.
❛ unintentionally, i look at the sky like / it reminds me of you when you smile / namely, how dazzling it is / my day consists of our romantic drama / it makes me laugh and smile ❜
❛ we're gonna fly up into the blue sky / so slowly / and we held the moon in our arms / you always had me / you're always... oct 23 2022 ∞
oct 19 2025 + I —— we, as songs.
❛ so please / tell me it’s alright / in this uneasy mist / tell me, it’s all just a moment / so please / if this is my path / hold my hand tight / so i won’t wander for long ❜
❛ i can't close the box i opened without thinking / would you like to take them out again for just a moment? / so far away, nothing new can fill it / the warmth can't reach this cold place ❜ oct 12 2025 ∞
oct 12 2025 + |
❛ made with drops of a poet's mourning in a vial of clear syllables. the euphemism dissolves in her mouth; stains her tongue like sugared embers — too sweet to taste, too sharp to swallow. ❜
oct 12 2025 ∞
oct 19 2025 + ❛ you wandered through my soul with your bronzed palms and left scars of the summer's kiss on my fragile spine of biting despair — a primitive touch of survival, in shadows that tremble with the weight of your warm sighs in my ears soft as petals. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨୧ my shipwrecks of love:
oct 12 2025 ∞
oct 19 2025 + |
❛ my soul is made of broken crystals, peach mornings and the spine of the stars with the damascene promise of the moon. you whispered as if you carried the melody of the seas that drown me in the tides of longing. in your blue waters and gentle ripples, there was silence — and that was what i wanted to hear. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨୧
oct 12 2025 ∞
oct 19 2025 + ❛ i want her to drink, unknowingly, in the same way that the moonlight rests upon my delicate shoulders. and with every sip, i am here and absent — the warmth she feels, but cannot name, even makes the wind of the month of may seem like a desperate farewell. ❜ ౨ৎ ode to the works of art i love passionately ౨ৎ
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