4/21/2026, Nette Onclaud, Six and Seven Poetry
Like a halo circling, s t a r s. Golden hues surround my wrist. Bright, intricate; swoon is ours. Twilight eyes I won’t resist. Loosen chain; the rise of s c a r s. Smooth with oil and balm, then kissed.
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