Stars burn tiny holes in the fabric of the night and I exhale, the nerves leaving me into the bottle we passed around.
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Liminal Pearls
He feeds me pearls — small gifts from the waters.
Stars burn tiny holes in the fabric of the night and I exhale, the nerves leaving me into the bottle we passed around.
He feeds me pearls — small gifts from the waters.
Jasmine on the Grave 