She grew from moment to moment into impenitent impatience as though there was nothing to hold on to, neither the brittleness of the stars, nor the moon's passivity. Whatshe needs is that recalcitrant reassurance, the verdure of fruition that rekindles her dreams. She craves for the intimate touch that opens up new frontiers of hope, the apocalypse of connubial togetherness.
Reason for writing:
A carvedfigurine in a museum
Birth sign: Pisces
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