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€ [.. because every night under the tree that blows the wind, full of thoughts of a beautiful story; β&. night with never-ending waiting .. ] 00.00 in every pause of time, giving time and space to think. ahead of the story that will fade over time, the beauty of the universe is second to none. at the end of the starry sky, clearly engraved your beautiful name; πΈ π . (..) this chapter is full of wounds, with a flow of feelings that never go away. we met at the end of the city, carrying the same colors and phrases. every time passed with enthusiasm, the flow of each love is different | .. @intergalacticous; Ashley Levine.
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π―. Parisian glow, where solitude turns poetic. A fleeting moment, yet eternalβa love story painted in shimmering gold, framed by the night. Silhouettes passing, laughter lingering, the scent of warm vanilla and quiet longing.π 24'th | t.me/intergalacticous βΈβΈ β¦ .. Under the soft glow of the Parisian lights, your smile becomes the only thing that matters. Itβs like the world pauses, just for you. I canβt help but thinkβThe most beautiful girl, Nama kalian. β₯
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βThe light of the night brings us-towards tranquilityβ
Love; On Valentineβs Day I remember when we were together but now we are apart?
itself can I be with you again?
me & you
Signed
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Love; On Valentineβs Day I remember when we were together but now we are apart?
1990's `β If time repeats
itself can I be with you again?
me & you
Signed
#Love till the end γ €γ €α°.α
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πΌ βΈΌ Unfathomable dust of boulevard reincarnates into a dismal cacophony as the bluest-skies alongwith horizon yield to the midnight: as though it knows what is hiddenβbe it sorrow or profound wounds. Whether being abandoned melancholy or choosing to leave first: both shall carry their grief in due heytide. Yet, as i gaze wistfully at the city lights, recalling the far-right corner of that restaurant... Ohβ i realize i am ensnared. Faintly i hear my heartthrob murmur a plea for deliverance, nevertheless alas i remain stranded in this restaurant.
πΌ βΈΌ Unfathomable dust of boulevard reincarnates into a dismal cacophony as the bluest-skies alongwith horizon yield to the midnight: as though it knows what is hiddenβbe it sorrow or profound wounds. Whether being abandoned melancholy or choosing to leave first: both shall carry their grief in due heytide. Yet, as i gaze wistfully at the city lights, recalling the far-right corner of that restaurant... Ohβ i realize i am ensnared. Faintly i hear my heartthrob murmur a plea for deliverance, nevertheless alas i remain stranded in this restaurant.
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INKED: (Live-In-Peace.)
At Night With The Cold Air Felt
On The Covered Body..
(βThe Cold Night!)
I. Breathing In The Cool Night Air
Makes My Heart Calm And Not
chaotic, Tenderness.
"This Is a Story At Night, One
Day This Will Become a Memory With
a Calm Feeling, Memories the time."