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[lilysofthefield]

Intrinsic to our kind is love like the gibbous morning moon veiled in thin mist, soft and tangible but outside of your reach and the longer we yearn after what we cannot grasp, our tongues dry out like the yellow desert sand while we chase after mirages, we’ll substitute words for water where we can and hope the clouds above become heavy enough to cry.  

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