Strings playing the melodies of blue notebooks. Digging through pixelated memories for sheet music. Listening to tinny wistfulness through busted headphones. A demanding wind harmonzes between pauses. The necessity of candlelight amid the swaddling of unwashed blankets. Featherdown cherub fluff and aged shoulder purring. Hands stroking the hair of a one thousand year shadow. A heart broken in retrospective joy. I don't deserve such wondrous things.
2:04 p.m. - 2023-01-05
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