Holding on Phantoms
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Last published Sun, Aug 30, 2020
Under the livid moon and stardust sky, I hold on my phantoms. My grasp is stout like my life depends on them, so I stand still and bare the zephyr ghosting on my skin. I let the icy touches send shrills of excitement as I bask in the heat of my phantoms. My wish lies on one of those.
-Come and read the proses I wrote under the stardust sky. Together let us live in the different colors of our phantoms: Be it passionate, livid, yearning, and more.-
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