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Let the poetry... Write itself.... As the ripe new moon strums the swaying silhouettes of the night. Let the poetry... Write herself... With the vast expanse of obsidian sky. Pocked subtly with the shy murmurs of the stars... Offering solace and peaceful respite. Let the poetry... Write of you... As the splendour... Envelopes each unspoken letter. Embedding words of warmth, that seize my heart in a state of enamour... Before taking its majestic flight.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Let the Poetry...
Let the poetry... Write itself.... As the ripe new moon strums the swaying silhouettes of the night. Let the poetry... Write herself... With the vast expanse of obsidian sky. Pocked subtly with the shy murmurs of the stars... Offering solace and peaceful respite. Let the poetry... Write of you... As the splendour... Envelopes each unspoken letter. Embedding words of warmth, that seize my heart in a state of enamour... Before taking its majestic flight.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
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