AN ABUNDANCE OF GAY AND SPACE METAPHORS.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

❝the uprising has begun.❞

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