saunteredvaguelydownwards (United Kingdom) published:
Ichor glues our cracked smiles and gold shimmers in our eyes and our eyes leak stardust. We grace each other’s hands with ethereal touches, feather, a shiver of light bathing us in the complacency of it all. Playing God. So that the sun will set on us and the beauty will remain evergreen. In piety. We are not broken and our inevitability eclipses ashen dust and; merciless cold - for however bottomless it may be - is but another monotonous...
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