《THE LOUVRE (POETRY MUSEUM)》ALICE /FT. BITTERSWEET + ETHEREALITY/
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𝖋𝖙. 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 + 𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞
a collection of phrases,
hot summer days • lying on the grass with you • smelling roses • hair shades of autumn air • destructive divinity • rain the color of love • the ancient ruins of empires • salt scented hair • skin that smells like the ocean • temples of golden gore • maidens washing their hair in the sea • comets and star girls • laughing till our ribs get tough • but we're the gladiators • smoking cigarettes on the roof • falling in love in october
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𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙
— the feel of the blanket of grass beneath our two bodies had never felt softer. everything in my body felt just as warm and light as the field around us, nerves gently buzzing like bees fluttering around the flowers. white rose. my white rose. i smiled, gently tracing your face with the tip of my finger. not even the roses could compare with the delicate beauty of you. the tender pink of your lips which no cherry blossom could surpass, the pure green of your eyes like the trees of the forest. how can ones eyelash so beautifully brush across a cheek? how can ones laughter send my heart singing with joy? in this moment, when the breeze tosses your crisp auburn hair against your face, this is enough. you fulfilling my presence each and every day is all i will ever need. the connection of our lips melting together like sweet honey is almost like the offer of a promise.
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— there is nothing as fragrant or lovely as the gift of true gentleness. though kindness rarely roars loud like a thundercloud, it is the soft and cleansing rain that sweeps across barren lands.
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𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞
— her divinity was as desolate
as a sunken city
atlantis sighed her name
for she was aching for something
a mere mortal could never possess
— i kissed a god
galaxies dribbled off my lips
torn and battered
constellations stung me with such lust
spelling out the story of her and i
starlight and embers
melted on my tongue
— decimated daydreams
and shreds of seduction
shadow their faces like
rays of pale moonlight
melancholically wondrous
it hurts to hold their gauzy gazes
afraid you'll be
stolen into a wonderland of
crumbling colosseums
and murmuring meadows
— her breeze blessed skin
and wind tousled hair
everything she spoke of
was burnt into her mind like poetry
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stunning, bittersweet, ethereal, starry, vintage, and divine. also the alliterations >>>>
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