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Jan 121 min read

Cerulean Nights

i have not felt ordinary love. the type of love where the planets orbit the sun nor the type of love where the tides kiss the sand. i have not experienced love at all. 


the only thing that came close was on cerulean nights where the breeze caressed me and the sky opened up and rained their kisses onto me. the pine trees sheltered me from curious gazes and imminent faces.


mellow flames danced upon my skin, lighting the air around and a flame inside me. 



darkened soulless night

head spinning, nostalgic bliss

the flame burns alight


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