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🎼songstress + child of the moon🌙
and I got drunk by myself on a Saturday night watching people and I sang to myself on a Saturday night and suddenly that Saturday was over
By Cecilia + her tilted moons5 years ago in Poets
She was a maiden of good honour but never amused Always stayed in her doomed manor with nothing to do -Lulli lullay-
Lemonade tears are like Marmalade fears: coated up in your wildest imaginations Fruity shells of your smallest acts of compassion
A Hidden Bloom among all those faces sadly passed me by, unaware And I, like a river in an ocean full of sand, hunched my back and