eventide inside the garden
it falls down like a galaxy lover
his verse is worse than stern
evil and empty fully cored poetry
tendon delicate with emotional energy
bowing stars whisper that
his book is made of eerie
the chapters gilded in girl power

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We fell with eventide, becoming torpid after hours of laughter over dark chocolate fondue. I was besotted with how rich his smile was. It carried no past hurt yet included all... 1/2

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The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

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Rivers in my veins
and oceans in my heart,
a jackdaw's curiosity
tickled to the stars,
no endeavours
are pointless
though unkempt
they may be,
a love beyond time
marked to receive.
NOM NOM.

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Snowstorms were paradise to Mrs. Slug. She needn't worry about arriving timely to TV dramas w/ clever punchlines & the cold day was always accomplished w/ a cuppa chocolate tea. A very... 1/2

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Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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gazing into the night
generous stars alight
overflowed bright
no afterthought for twilight







Image: Pinterest

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Life is filled w/ misplaced misgivings. We trust the wrong people w/ words spoken honestly as Mrs. Lovett's meat pie recipe & overlook snow's lovely glimmer to lavish the warmth at metal lockers.

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It was a season of decay. Lands were arid & traversing the spirit forest to uncover proper harvesting dirt was costly with the winter eclipse nearing, for it revealed whispered lies & pandering beasts. 401

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Time seems among near & distant thieves in those moments—an elephant of loneliness' delirium—but time itself can be an enjoyed miracle within the fog, like peace in knowing Rudolph's nose is lighting the way. 5

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A princely hare hopping along a narrow path had noticed a queue of quail eggs—all cracked down the middle. Unable to secure her nest, their sobbing mother tried to offer stray changelings a shiny keepsake in exchange for protection.

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It's hard to not be grateful for a twilight that is forgiving on tired eyes, w/ its graceful colours rippling soft on lakes & clouds stuffed w/ dreams. "That's a plume moth," Halmeoni says.

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The weather is sultry as warm fudge on ice cream, the wind a messenger for baby birds crying in their nests, and my soul is ready to walk along these beautiful distractions w/ you. A w/ our world. 7

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I'll sit patiently on the swing my Nana used to play on and find solace in the fact that our futures move way beyond barriers seen. I'll notice that hopeful shock of green amid browning leaves and bared branches. 4

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Day's onuses don't always spill into nights. There are peaceful hours when we may fall asleep with kisses tucked in our sleeves, a dream of narwhals in the sky waiting. 1

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