a whole dawn, forsaken.

(a near-to-fall: https://t.me/orbiit/15.) ✾ to be placed, afore the delicate sobriquet. for the rest and underneath the lantern, quiet sees had grasped my hands. not to be vanished, yet—to owe the salvatore. you’re just like the peppermint tea: to catch the blue morsel. a blank canvas, confused to scratch down, alongside the pleasure dreams. handly break, until it burns. ㅤ