A Love Letter from the Digital Age
Mar 20, 2020
Sorrowfully, Heaven is far away while
Earth’s delicate garden is darkening under the
Nebulae, never-ending nightshade storms. But
Daylight endeavors to lift its heavy lids, in elegance, as a
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Nexus of freckles rides the wave of her smile.
Ubiquitous truth spreads wide between her ears. Her
Darling nose wrinkles whimsically, musically. Hers is an
Electric, alluring spirit, indeed. It
Seems this angel uses her halo to play ultimate frisbee.
