lune ─ soul
- Odsłon 310
- Głosy 92
- Części 9
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Ostatnia publikacja wt., wrz 19, 2023
her heart was just like a bottle, she said.
now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured,
her reflection is buried in those pieces,
luminatining under the moonroof.
her dread was stapled,
the bones in her were now withered.
the soul that her eyes carried,
now carried those tears.
those tears pushed by her, far long,
and her soul began to drown.
alive but lifeless, she smoked her chance,
alive but lifeless, she was a blooming life once.
under the lune she mourned now,
suffocating herself was her lethal flaw.
the moonlight pierced within her death eyes,
lifting her crushed soul, engulfing her cries.
- luce.
↳ book two of her series. ‧₊
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