THEY TOLD ME HELL WAS HOTTER THAN EARTH

I don’t like you breathing so much on my neck, SUN.

Instead, lay your head gently on my shoulders and caress my skin;
care for me as you do the withering flowers within.

How well of a job you’ve done.

I praise the Moon & look nothing towards […]

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