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We Used To Lay Beneath
Sylvan. Argent. Every outing, an addition to the lexicon. Dappled, drowsy beneath the ancient canopies. Soft breaths; softer lips. Fingers, nimble, light, brushing away flaxen tresses. The aurelian of her skin against his a kaleidoscope of contrast, effulgent.
Gold meeting silver. Carved. Branded. Luminous.
Sapling brown coils pinned beneath ashen. No. Platinum. A shift, a susurration. Whorls and rivulets, dancing. The nimbus of her crown, the albedo halo of his. Granite meeting topaz. Alabaster and verdite, quivery or stippled. Ribbons of light fluttering.
His radiant sighs, the effulgence of his eyes. Cheeks dusking. Lips parting, lustrous; mouth shadowless. "Hello, you."