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Jun 2020
I didn't even write about you,
and yet,
you managed to
slip
from
my
fingertips.

So, I'm writing now.
Whispering to the universe
how I long to kiss
the stardust
from your lips.

Tides ebb away from the shore,
Withering trees,
falling leaves,
lands crack open for you.
I cannot believe i fell for someone during this **** quarantine.
Ariadne
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Ariadne  Gender Fluid
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