The pair’s beauty reflected in the singing sea itself, entrancing the moon and the constellations. If only the mind was as beautiful as the body.
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Grace Curley
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What do you want?

By Grace Curley

The moon is in a holding cell, grasped between the bones of his failing ribcage.

By Grace Curley

There was something beautiful about his scars, something lovely about his fallibility.

By Grace Curley
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