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𝖋𝖙. 2:31 + 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆 + 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘

where the constellation comes alive and the stars form stories of lovers separated by galaxies and blackholes // of coffee shining with seraphic moonlight under a london night sky where dreamers and baristas stargaze together between the lines of their poetry // where you and i ride bikes along the rings of saturn and the cornflower fields of neptune to the edge of orion // where poetry meets the stars to blend into something astronomical

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— stargaze, ice cream, with a cherry on top.

— cherry wine and scotch mist ran in rivlets down her strawberry blonde tresses / she was a traveller of the earhshine and the golden halo of sunshine but her incendiary pristine soul was owned by the star clusters in andromeda

— we were the runaways of the desert world// we had escaped the yellow sapphire clouds of carbon// rubies of our love nectered our hollowed skeletons// we migrated to the world of ambrosia and euphoria// where the sky was blue// and the stars were silver

— once in a light year, her eyes landed on you.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆

— fade, cassiopeia, fade

fade like a polaroid

fade with honor

fade with dignity

— i dream of creating constellations over lattes. paint coffee cups with blue and amethyst watercolor— paint my cafe's walls with the berceuse of winter.

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𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖎𝖐𝖊-𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘

— they made their first beginnings from saiph and rigel and now they crossed the dainty bikeways in the orion's belt lined with streaks from the closest nebula and the scent of french lemons from bellatrix's kitchen

oh, those beloved bike riders, their home was an orchard of ocherous love on space cadet

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READ HER BOOKS MY PEOPLE- U'LL BE SHOCKED FR like reading her poetry is like stargazing for real though orion bike rides" since it's her newest debut.