☾ ★ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ★ ☾
𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
as if it were a book-
the stars written in silver ink,
the moon glowing like a candle
left burning too long.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.
The silence is my ink,
the wind turns the chapters,
and I lose myself
somewhere between
shadows & constellations.
☾ ★ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ★ ☾
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