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poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

when God looks at me He sees God (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

Juno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like the heat of summer. as the moirai weaved, she gets her heart wounded by the sun, she was just another girl for him. Juno was so close, she melted down into a puddle. Apollo's wrath is enough to burn entire skies in scorching, liquid lakes of ambrosia. see the victims of his gaze, falling down like icarus twds the grounds. Read the hymns narrated by the ifrit of the gardens, apollo's pursuit. [lowercase intended]

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biscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1st place in The Sky Awards 2021 (July Edition) 2nd place in Bluebird Awards #4 in Wattpad Poetry 28. 10. 21 #8 in butter 9. 4. 22 #25 in Poetry 28. 4. 22 100 ✔️ 1k ✔️ 5k 10k