the
taste
of
gold
I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
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Cinna’s sketchbook.
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°do you think chrys had been one of the first to see these? like before plutarch?
°like i can see her sitting there looking through it like a magazine asking her dad 800 questions a second
°but still admiring katniss
°styliist
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