but how do you conjure stardust out of thin air?
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It's easy. I imagine them, two beautiful bodies under a blanket, falling asleep to the lullabies in their heads. At times, it's easy to blur the line, between what really happened and what happened only in your head. But after a while, I realize it doesn't really matter. Some people, they can make everything beautiful. Like you. Like the fairy godmother in the age old tales we left behind long ago.
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||