allure;

I drench my placid ignorance with the colors of the sky that I cannot find in my attic, and I pluck the little stars from the evening dark and scatter them across, folding them into the blanket of misconceptions that I find strange enchantment in, that seems to breathe with a frightful voice of wonder, amazement at this universe it has found itself in, new, unreal, unbelievable.





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