love letters to eunoia: dakota

she is a disarrangement of stars,
chaotic and beautiful.
though imperfect and brimming
with flaws,
there is a sparkle she ignites.
what an alluring tragedy!
she is one of the shameless
fragmented bunch.
her beauty is contained

and distilled.

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who am i?

a somber black rose embroidered with melancholic thorns, shuddering under the daunting touch of the other reds, dispersed like the waves of a scarlet ocean swaying in perfect unison to the howling wind all rights reserved

collision

i dream of collision; two separate worlds intertwining, terrestrial bodies shifting to occupy a void. i dream of collision; the coming together of two abstracts, divergent forces exhaling in harmony, melancholic lips tracing the hems of a ballad. i dream of collision, the unification of lonely souls; brought together like long lost lovers, fingers interlocking as twilight breaks. i dream of collision; hope- hope that one day, our skies will align, and out loves will unite. all rights reserved

love letters to eunoia: grayson

a dreamer; she indulges in the loneliness and serenity of the nightly atmosphere. she embraces the sensuality that the dark of night manifests. she inhales the fragrances of nightfall and exhale stars powerful enough to light up the jet black expanse towering above her head. All Rights Reserved

thus, with a kiss

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