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 […]
THEY TOLD ME HELL WAS HOTTER THAN EARTH
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