StarsThe stars, see how they shine, so bright, so beautiful. Always watching, even while the sun is up. They are like little glowing eyes, not judging, but recording. Some wish to reach them, but, even dreams can be unfulfilled. And, many say that they are angels, little angels showing us the way to the moon. And, the moon is like their mother, neither nature, nor manufactured, but still there, thriving. They glow like little candles, their wicks are the fabrics of time. Never do they die, but burst, creating sparks, and hopes, and wishes. Even if we want to reach them, even if we get close and brushStars
Almost . . . there . . .
Neglect
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From Pikiru
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Colour the wind
Your art is really cute >3
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What's upperz..?
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I taste like amazing.
Kk omg I might go and rent twewyL
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