Under The Late October Skies
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Ongoing19m
Last published Sun, Dec 10, 2023
I am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words.
☽☀☾
-You will lose yourself
in nirvana on
this very surface
and then- i will
teach you how
to navigate the stars
knowing that even
if you lose
me,
you will find your
way back.
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