𝑶𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆s

『°☁︎ ⇄:*˚:｡☁︎*.We stroke our polymer facades on a branch treading intricate threads of our ruptured human societies.
We dismantle our shells to shoot out pleasing words, while our vulnerability sinks underground;inert and inanimate .In us, vacant molecules hung in the air freely,as they were bombarded by the rest. Just like that, our collisions sped up the swaying of miniature atoms. For the more we crossed paths, the more we bonded.And as we bonded, time elapsed, gushing your humanity away slowly, like it was an autumn leaf;escaping gradually . Our atomic structures grew brewing cold and burst to pieces beyond repair. Your arteries stretched resiliently into ventricles of adrenaline, as we adjusted ourselves in threshold galaxies, which were stroked by the roaring red in your eyes. I prepared for the turbines of emotions,ambling and strolling wirelessly.Perhaps, we attempt to flow through our entity smoothly to no avail.
│However The truth is :
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✵ ˚ : ✬ We live through our ongoing tragedies under our moonlight blues. The first page of my story was you.

You were my first poem. Despite you being agonizingly human with the holes in your chest,you were my muse. Despite the tormenting paradox you caused, bittersweet nostalgia eased it while I gripped onto what happened.
Darling, You couldn't even attain what was left of yourself, so now I'll show you a sketch of those bruises elapsing from our bones.
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I deliberately dispatch the first one. The first image delineating who you are to me
For this is a letter,in our torn envelope to you.
To you, whose dolour touch made me flinch』

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