her nightdress skimmed her pale thighs as moonlight filtered through lace curtains, casting a light on her silhouette.
she danced to no music until dawn.
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Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poetry//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
