my feelings are captured in some micro fictions' instrument 𓇼 the music from the background renders a so ravishing passage luring me in a psychic transit 𓇼 just as the wind plays with my hair just as the sun kisses my cheeks just as the stars shine in my eyes just as the moon hugs me 𓇼 but when music's gonna stop, could you intuit how orphan would be stories' vocabulary and where the feelings will dawdle

magnetic, — nonmagnetic properly, — improperly constantly, — inconstantly at least I love you, — I do... I devour you silently, honey