∅. *
. ✧ .
* .
. *
*
nothing gold can stay;
not even
Dorian Grey–
ain’t that odd, though? ⋱
. .
∴ .
( it’s almost funny)
how the beauty and the money. ° ✧ . •
◦ seem to have initiated an inertial, maybe even
gravitational, pull around one another
like a chain reaction → a constellation of big.
dippers and little dippers ° . o .
. ✧ .
s
p
o
o
*n
g
i
n
.
.
* i loved *u dearly. * . •
• .
* tidally love locked forever in a memory . •
of a perfect autumn evening draping starshine
•. sky high before midnight counting all the skyscrapers
or drinking in the day time along the High Line. . ✧
. * .
We would’ve,
could’ve,
should’ve
lived
together;
love
locked
s .
l .
o .
w *
dancing
. in
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s . * i
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l
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t d a
s u *and p
we s
still all
↝ might,
we’re if *u
when want
(day to,
some *u)
know, ◞
(or whenever…)
⇣
.
.
◜ .
↘ .
*♡
↘
*six pm