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Soaring The Sky
To be condensation on a champagne flute
as your lips blow a kiss in the moonlight
like wings of a butterfly soaring the sky
touched by the obsidian purple night
in fields of amber a falling September
of a prophet's scent of vermouth
as your lips blow a kiss in the moonlight
like wings of a butterfly soaring the sky
touched by the obsidian purple night
in fields of amber a falling September
of a prophet's scent of vermouth
Published 6th Sep 2021
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6th Sep 2021 8:11am
"obsidian purple night"
~a medicine all its own, this phrase..
in entirety, ur words are full bodied in flavor, aromatic scenery, and lush in color..
---that blown kiss? light n lovely description!!
adore ur softer side, dear sir.. definitely worthy of *poetry sighs*..
blowin u sweet wishes for a magickal morning,
~d
~a medicine all its own, this phrase..
in entirety, ur words are full bodied in flavor, aromatic scenery, and lush in color..
---that blown kiss? light n lovely description!!
adore ur softer side, dear sir.. definitely worthy of *poetry sighs*..
blowin u sweet wishes for a magickal morning,
~d
6th Sep 2021 2:16pm
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6th Sep 2021 2:18pm
