p l a n e t s || when pluto falls for venus
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Ostatnia publikacja niedz., lip 25, 2021
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"i fell in love with a godess while i was just a number waiting to be forgotten - she sheds her light on me now more than ever."
these words come to me late at nights when I cannot just fall asleep and end up reminiscing the love I have never really had.
- snippets from when she falls in love so deeply, she resents reality.
- this is not intended to be a continuous story but a compilation of excerpts from the tidbits of a broken romance I will never be able to truly see through. But if you love reading discursive poetry that makes you want to bathe in milk and honey, please grab a seat, leave a ☆ and share it in case they'd love some angsty evening tea ♡
- I'll try to add a new part every weekend, so stay tuned ♧
- although I specialize in writing about mad unconditional love, with your support and suggestions, I'll keep expanding the subjects of poetry as I tread towards making this a fullfledged book
caution : the title does not imply any astrological, greek or planetary meanings. it solely signifies the distance between both in terms of their appearance to their importance
+ ALSO check out the attached music in the chapters for extra feels, swipe the image on the header for the video ♤
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