──── ⋆⋅ 诗人 ' 🌟🌟 inevitably a gust of wind whispered past her earlobe, gently hitting her face with the cool air of late autumn. there sat the poet who composed her great words
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ㅤ│ knit word for word through
ㅤ│ sparkling green ink strokes
ㅤ│ under the moonlight
ㅤ│ watering her beaute face
ㅤ│ like an angel
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★ ˳ ׁ 🧣 ≻ her sky blue blouse was sparkling among the white snow flowers, and under the leafless trees. gently brushing her warm red knitted scarf, fell asleep on a pile of poetry books. a luxurious eagle quill creaking in her diary, recapping all the events of the week. beauty melodiously ⓘ "ricochet of delicate." 🖋