We surrender to the beautiful, toxic world we’re marooned upon. We remove our helmets in the twilight glade as air runs out. We kiss for the first and last time… the friendship of castaways bloomed into love.
The silk of alien moths wrap us like shrouds.
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Whoa. Both exquisitely beautiful and tragic!
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Thank you, that was exactly what I was aiming for.
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Nailed it.
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Pure poetry. This is lovely.
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Thank you. :-)
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Ewww. Sorry.
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