canals of crystal
and liquid sunshine
silk to the touch
row past walls with faded paint and bricks
and chipped edges
row below vintage bridges
and buildings from the renaissance
at night
city ablaze
under stars
that shine on the water's surface
lamps closing around
and its almost as if the stars have gotten closer
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okay actually, sorry guys i decided not to do a city of choice in this series bc i just want to finish this book so much and also sooner, so ya~
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Poetry[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a...
