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the moon has whispered your
name into each sparkling star that
catches my eye
- v.w.
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she was made of aureus (gold). she even glittered like gold. and maybe she is the gold. nothing could bring her down for too long, because when it did, she brought herself back up with a night out; can you lay with me? so under the blanket of stars they lay, gazing far above and hoping to realign it one day, for her lover crashed into her like a fast meteorite (the speed of light). it was not the start of the world, but the start of one where they'd meet and become one with fingers and bodies intertwined-like the moon that forever is consumed with pure desire for the sun. she is her moon; she hides herself, she slithers away so easily but if you just try, try and try, you will find yourself quickly becoming her sun. after all, they are made of shimmering aureus and the residue of the all-loving moon.
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A Sapphic's Summer (REVISED 2024)
Poetry1 | Perfectly Imperfect I will forever be subjected to your recklessness. You are not perfect, but then again, you are more perfect for me than you'll ever realize. It will never dawn on you like it dawned on me. And that is okay, as long as you l...
