oh Augustine, florentine, you are so full of sunlight, -those iridescent slashes of soul so rare they peirce the eyes - oh Augustine, crystalline, you are so full of sustenance, -that thick sugary substanance like crazyglue molassas - you are dripping off our tongues; withering into dried flowers and diluted air.
Reason for writing:
summer is rapidly wasting away! :(
Birth sign: Taurus
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