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Abaft the mewed up soothes of the vetoed cues: twined in the beliefs of the deceits’ besmirched obliging untruths. Uprose frank further the dreary sundowns of fraudulent memoirs of that dusk, there was dwarf more recherché than fondling yourself with the blarneyed forswears than warranting with those sincere but vile hearsays—they spoke while deciding their best behest as their primary phase. Be smeared by the tinctures of anguish and dolor, procuring themselves to enfold the subtle deceits, burgeoning the fallacies into the oddly worthwhile deludes. Beneath the suave hums of the raindrops, both the liability and guilt forsooth enclosed their hearts with agony. Edifice bulwarks to evade the firm truths behind their burdens, angling them to a thorough trickery composed by the diaphanous denial.
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The fraction of memories had been shattered on this pebble ground where it scratched my heart deeply, it’s breathtaking to a sun be drowned in a counterpart of my swollen eyes. Then, the roaring night was settling in the clouds of mind, whispering I should have known, I should have prepared everything for the worst, and I should have furnished the hall of silence with realization that togetherness is nothing but a mendacity.

Love and emotion thrives through every vein of mine, yet the universe had it's own karmic restraints. I should've convinced myself to walk away, yet I bared my heart and soul for an ugly truth.

"Falling, may mean that you can never arise."

Tenderness and adulation, similar to an abyss. Once you've slipped into the endless void, binds cover your vision on the truth, leaving you attached to whatever lies down below.

Your eyes were recounting those cherished memories, then my eyes should be incarcerating them. So that narration can be made with reality and dramatization.

Good afternoon for my revered object of affection—Souvellies. Here with a blithesome news that I, Morning Dews is going to accept your highly desired demands from the time when this announcement is published 'till another announcement that will be published after I count the number of forms and my time’s capacity. Should be taking more than less of words, now send your forms to @ hold, xx.

graceful eventide we shall bid to whoever stumbled upon this gracefully-made announcement! for us, rion and lucielle, will be opening a special batch only for a limited time and slots. rion will accept all kinds of orders except bio account wordings, poems, and talent profile needs due to her personal reasons, meanwhile lucielle will accept any kinds of requests. we will keep my batch open until further notice and there’s no certain extent on when will we close our batch. kindly send your forms to @SovereigntyRobot, we will be waiting ;]

Happy International Women Day for each and every women out there. Remember that we’re the pillars of this world’s existence, we’re the goddesses, we’re the divinity. 🥰

Hey, Souvellies! Meeting me again for my once-in-a-lifetime accepting all of your form for the sake of necessity walking through this world. Anybody may get tired feeling of struggling around with the incomplete thought. Thus, it is the aim of my presence here. ><

What’s on the table now? Since it depends on my spare time, I do not approve of rushing orders as if the candle flame was quick. Plus! If you’d like to have the privilege of having me erase your trouble in writing, there’s might be a limit to going quickly with “Hi, Pia!” only through [t.me/blaeke]. Or if any, we can sit pretty with your inbox to let me help you along with your confusion. I will wait for your fastest appearance nor your slowness like snow down to earth with your prepared form. I am hoping we can get along fulfilling each other’s needs, Souvellies.