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The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway. How still the specks of frost on balm and reed like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes, and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize. A sullen stratus coats the idle orb succumbs the amber beams to patchy lure, and from within uncertain skies absorb a kindred duel; dreamers must endure. Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be to ardors flux; at night is when to see.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Night is alike Love (Sonnet)
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway. How still the specks of frost on balm and reed like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes, and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize. A sullen stratus coats the idle orb succumbs the amber beams to patchy lure, and from within uncertain skies absorb a kindred duel; dreamers must endure. Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be to ardors flux; at night is when to see.
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37/M/Australia
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
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