She was heavenly!
I do have a notion,
That her nuances are nothing but pure perfection,
In all its greatest forms.
Her echoed incandescence
Knows nothing but the presence
Of her son's and daughter's essence
Her truly perfect evanescence
Oh, Luna, never change
Only day by day
Your phases never stay
But your surface remains the same.
when i breathe out nicotine leaves my mouth
naturally
i’m fifteen and i'll never be this young again
i'm fifteen and i'll never be this young again.
I walk into my sister's room
And look in her full-length mirror
I don't have one in my room anymore
And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail
In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.
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