ㅤ
‘vim of the aubade and the half-moon coalesce into one, spooning every snippet of her apple cheeks 🌌🫐

nightfall dew rises against the serene summer and champagne. the sun’s secret sweetheart, sun-kissed and bathed in its beam. her every morrow trencher with toast, by salted and boiled egg ready in the dish. stack of books precisely set on ber escritoire, with the chapters inside her heads mouthing nonsense, yearning for the left behind ardor. the moonlit juice up the dawn, upon a tumbler of vanilla latte and natural light fated her territory over the vast stripped window, unfurled to the retroism in new york civil. silken for false prejudices entombed above the tangled stones. (95-284-62561) 𐀶⁸⁸
ㅤ

ㅤ
through the blue of folks
crowding into one. a column
devoted for the premises of her ꩜

🌌🌌🌌

☆
some of what she has. the brine breeze guide her sense of heart through the oversight of where the wind overpass. the burdensome remorse swell in the sentiment, dangling and her tears not yet slipping amidst the retroism in urban. some unread messages left flaked out in the chilled clime where the rain rinse tress of tuft. one for her! 🎫