the constellations align in perfect concurrence with the precious moon,
and i sit in quietude with my eyes diverted towards the infinite dark wonders of the sky,
and i think of him.
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 11:26 AM UTC
the constellations align in perfect concurrence with the precious moon,
and i sit in quietude with my eyes diverted towards the infinite dark wonders of the sky,
and i think of him.
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