Somnum Once in the flowers’ market, a cat talked to me—elegant fur and sapphire eyes. Her voice was caramel like facets of a diamond, glowing in every direction. Velvet robes covered her soul— glinting like porcelain. Her movements lulled my spirit as I felt the ground slowly descend and made me dizzy as I fell into a wardrobe of fireworks and wilting flowers. Lingering beneath lampposts of a coming winter; its rosebeds tell me to stay on the right path. sleep.
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And yet whispers lull me into an inescapable
WRITTEN BY KYLE PALPARAN & MILES GUANCIA VISUAL BY MA. AVRILLE MARQUIELA C. LORAÑA
