two - the spectrum of you.

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there is a lunar body that suspends from the stygian skies and pirouettes around others in motions that replicate a downward spiral. within violaceous hues is where i ought to paint his being black and blue.

he drowns the background noise that exists between this void and i. a drop of serendipity in my palms, waning over me as i accede to the notion of infinitude. he exists beyond this.

he exists beyond the hindrances of cognisance. he exists in a reality that remains too afar to touch. but when i feel the luminescence washing over my blanched flesh, i know that he is watching over me.

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