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♥︎🤩. lily-soul sonata ; a breath spun of ivory hush, where silences shimmer and daylight forgets its name. in those once-upon hours (1998’s), the morning fell like harpstrings across pale petals — poised between slumber and song.

          [ 22, July ] soft echo
          adorations folded in velvet
          not when clocks were loud
          but when glances lingered
          slow and opaline

satin glimmers, tangled in the hush of antique sunlight; like the outline of a girl blooming in the wistful charm of cobblestone reverie, almond-glow corridors, hearthbound lilac, peach-dusted mirage lanes, paperwing dreams, and driftwood lace. her silhouette belongs to the hush — a ballerine hushchild, elderflower muse, roseglass fawn, lullaby-spun maiden, wistful bloomkind, moonlit orchard-girl, and nettle-skirt reverent, @slyevashta.
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it was an entwinement if soulflesh — a sentimental miscellany, a fragmentary cordillera of wistful nuance. / 🌬🩰
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