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.

weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017

"when your soul leaves your body write my name in the stars so I know you're out there waiting for me" pretty words that need their sanctuary 6/21/19

live love die, all on the same night.™

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

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