Ivory Moon








An ivory moon, a purple sky, a wanderers song, i wonder why, i remain buoyant in your abundance,limbs oil beneath your glare, worlds become spectators, For they acknowledge
i am butter beneath your stare. Our youth, a jubilee, like pearls before a majestic throne.

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