Charms on her bracelet, dreams in sanguine eyes, promising red on gory lips fantasized the moon effusing moonlight on her engaging hallucinations. The night was young so her vision was. It’s been facile for her to feel everything at a moment and feel nothing at another. A bottle of strong beer and some smoke was enough to win over the demons that were making her apprehensive about her future.
she was a criminal committing crimes each day and night, but never has been caught by her own fears and frights. The fiery sun has blessed her a ferocious soul and an untamed wit while the moon has sanctified her from sins and misdeeds.
Calling her a prodigy of nature isn’t imprecise, darling ; mistrusting her essence is.
Loved the imagery here, Niharika 🙂
“Calling her a prodigy of nature isn’t imprecise, darling ; mistrusting her essence is.”
Wow!
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Thank you my favourite:)
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The importance of punctuation/complete sentences, Niharika 😀
Did you call me your favourite? 😉
Or was it the line or the post?
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Yep! I called you favourite, my favourite. ☺️
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*heart melts*
*Tries to fix it back.*
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Haha.
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Hypnotic read
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Niharika Tanwar/Tanwar’s Volume
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✨Much obliged. Love and light to you.
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❤
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