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Come and be worshipped, come and be caressed, / My dark Vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest / My Admirable butterfly! Explain / How could you, in the gloam of Lilac Lane, / Have let uncouth, hysterical John Shade / Blubber your face, and ear, and shoulder blade?
Nabokov, Pale Fire
- somewhere in liminal spaces
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right now you can see a really bright and beautiful full moon where i live and i'm listening to alone by jimin ☽View all Conversations
Stories by g1rldi4ry
- 7 Published Stories
Birthday Child ⭐️
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Starry-eyed girl
Dreams of constellations assemble in her mind
Brought to this world
Birthday child
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Poetry...