Pull

A small trace of the wind whispers in the starlight.

I find myself thinking,

inevitably, helplessly,

of you.

Like the moon,

my heart that tosses and turns gravitate toward you

and like the sea,

my desires wax and fall, lost in your dark, mysterious glimmer.

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xinniexinnie

I enjoy penning my thoughts in words, and the strangest, most random things inspire me.

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