𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 was the girl poets dreamed of, but they would rather bleed on the paper than write about the golden girl. her hair fell into place like dominos, her iris' were the radiance of the moonlight with cracked ribs. her face was painted on aphrodite's sculptures, however strokes of her sunk beneath the surface. butterflies burned in her stomach, his eyes wold bleed tears and their lips sparked a billion galaxies. that's what hate is, correct? the devils laughed and angels sung, the line that separated love and hate would all become a blur. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 and 𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, when to lovers written in the stars realign. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜. 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.
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