in her waking conscience the moon was her refuge, in her sleeping conscience it was often her guide. the only friend in a world of darkness and mother in the middle of the night.
── selfocracy: the princess
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Poetry❝amongst the imperfections lies beautiful perfections, only to be discovered behind all those hideous abstractions.❞ [ a map of the soul: selfocracy ] copyrights ©2020, athoreax. (once known as mikrokus)