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Nothing Looks New, Nothing Tries Too Hard, Everything Feels Lived In.

“Every Breathe She Takes, Anyone
Would Look At Her Gaze, Intense.”

In a Blink Of An Eye, Everything Fanishes Into Ashes, Where The Lamp Goes “Too Bright” For The Owl, And When Everything Comes To Reality After Tasting A Little Bit Of Freedom Despite The Trouble. 👣

Wearied Its Own Witness The Resign Field Without Protest The Sky Now Duliginous And Grave Bears The Tincture Of Spent Embers Firm Air.

MARK HOW THE VESPER GLOSSED MARGINALIA. / مظلمة (37—38: DOTH STEEP THE WORLD).