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ㅤㅤ Perhaps this is what love becomes when it is lost—an unrelenting craving, a desire so deep that it becomes a part of who I am, woven into the very fabric of my being. ㅤㅤ
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Ode to the peculiars! @Focacour is a place of refuge for those wanderers souls, until the rhythm of our heart falters–and beats its last, a broken clock silenced by the weight of eternity.
✶ DRAW NEARER TO THE BANQUET OF TIME: [Wednesday, May 28. 19:00 WIB.]
For those who are lost, lilies shall bloom into you; almost like bruises that rots in the ribs of what remains inside. You are a decaying star longing to be held, your fingers trembling with want, each one of it bears the burden of regrets. We may dissolve before angels and faints could mutter their first prayer, and we would crumble before having the courage to take our very last breath. This world is painted with bloodshed, we are a sword built for ruin, our blistered skin has never known peace. Each night is spent with rots of ache from an embrace–that is never given–but in this sacred sanctuary, there’s a soil for you to grow. A shelter whereas sunlight will guide you, and washes away all your fears.
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Will you be the Covey to my Peter, or the Peter I’ve longed to write into being?
(..) ㅤMonhartys. I never meant to fall. Not after vowing to keep the tenderest parts of me tucked away. In the creases of old letters, behind better judgment and half-spoken promises. But there you were. Not loud, not sudden. You arrived like morning light slipping past floral curtains. So soft, unhurried, inevitable. You never asked to be seen. You just remained, long enough to become everything. I used to think love was a room with a broken lock and too many stories gathering dust.
Now, it feels like a key, melted from the softest gold—resting lightly in my palm. So delicate, so certain. Made for me to hold. ㅤㅤ(..) ㅤEmys.
ㅤ💌 INLET OF A COMPLIMENTARY SERVICE
ㅤA love that binds not by grasp, but by grace
ㅤReturns to the stillness inlet,
ㅤOn the 7th of May, 2025, at 6:30 PM GMT+7.
There’s a velvet-spined book on love and lilacs tucked in a drawer, beside ribbon-tied notes. Hearterms is a quiet corner of spring, where confessions carry the scent of cherry blossoms and rain-washed linen. My atoms met yours under a pink sky and never stopped dancing.
Maybe it’s enchantment.
Maybe it’s something softer,
something lovelier.
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