the ode of the moon who softens against the sun; an eclipse that tumbles towards these obsidian sheets with the fever of an atlantic ocean. oh, take me away and bring me to the arms of my beloved, so that i may not glimpse this eclipse that will cause the fall of all.
lovers in love are chaotically selfish.
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stars of today
Poetry❝ pour on me the honey of his lips and let me steal the moon from his eyes. ❞ an honest first draft // no editing. ©️ novaelox - all rights reserved.
