The darkest nights are what make the tiniest lights radiate and luminate more than what could ever be believed.

A country scene of absolute surrender.

Cat time.

Wink.

Petal brain.

Staring at stars.

Sacred.

The land I’m headed for, of Unicorns.

Weighting.

Tower whisp.

The golden eye Ghetto, a mystic of greatness.

Midnight blossums.

Vanity.

Peeping.

Tipped in stone.

Eyes are sometimes best kept closed, and minds open.

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