The hidden rainbows in a white line and the glory of the morning sun and the verges of the waves and the pull of the moon. The metal clink in every bone the stolen sunsets and the thin line of red and the seeping into the skin and the turn of the door knob. The progressive dance and the deja vu's and the 3 in the morning. The falling and the illumination and the warmth of the night I never denied. The seeds you plant in my skin and the undeserving moon and the owl eyes, the only secret and exception and my only universe.
i'm so heartbroken.
adrina.
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