Thiagoboucault
Something like this translates into English as: Stellar light, dust, an instant — you are of the infinite, flawless. Girl, woman, goddess, and star, all in a single constellation that I could wander for hours and hours, perhaps for an entire lifetime. Find me, and you will not regret it: my name inscribed around each halo, the eternal desire to taste you, to know how to describe your soul, and to etch into life the certainty of how much love is worth.
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