My relationships circle my head like ioun stones. Dusty rose freckles, iridescent vanilla touches, pale lavender giggles. It's a unique privilege to have loneliness orbited by beauty. They sing to me with hiccuping voices. They sound like the smallest wind chimes in the world.
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