ㅤ Wide awake waiting for autumn slipped this summer, crossed and never ever to-be remembered. (    𐀔. Truthful Heart—)

✻. they said summer was released extremely beautifully that no oculus could ever look away, nevertheless that remains merely “so they say” o’ likewise a phantasmagoria too forbidden to touch. For in truth summer was born lookalike a fleeting amour that lingers unbearably long—leaving traces too deep to be named as one’s own. For nothing was truly mine to begin with, solely borrowed not owned... merely possessed. But nevermind since you’re nevermine.

everything i imagine will be my reality soon.

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