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]

honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018

the two of us snuggled up like quotation marks in a room full of words achievements #1 in letterchallenge #4 in relateable #34 in maniac • • • A heartbroken boy, writes a series of letters to. everything hoping to fill the chasm that she left behind. • • • I DONT OWN ANY QUOTES USED IN THIS BOOK

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

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