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monarchalchemist:

warmth of the moon

i was attempting to explore what lies
behind our perceptions and i find
your essence but i’m lost in the
nebulous dimensions of my
thoughts and direction

i thought saw you crossing
at the intersection of love
and fear longing for the
garden where we are free
floating above societal
expectations

beyond the light of rings
of saturn

we’re but
butterflies in the wind