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šÆ. Parisian glow, where solitude turns poetic. A fleeting moment, yet eternalāa love story painted in shimmering gold, framed by the night. Silhouettes passing, laughter lingering, the scent of warm vanilla and quiet longing.š 24'th | t.me/intergalacticous āøāø ⦠.. Under the soft glow of the Parisian lights, your smile becomes the only thing that matters. Itās like the world pauses, just for you. I canāt help but thinkāThe most beautiful girl, Nama kalian. ā„
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āThe light of the night brings us-towards tranquilityā
Love; On Valentineās Day I remember when we were together but now we are apart?
itself can I be with you again?
me & you
Signed
#Love till the end 㠤㠤į°.į
Love; On Valentineās Day I remember when we were together but now we are apart?
1990's `ā If time repeats
itself can I be with you again?
me & you
Signed
#Love till the end 㠤㠤į°.į
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¤å½.. take a chance with blame
š¼ āø¼ 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 hiddenābe 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... Ohā i realize i am ensnared. Faintly i hear my heartthrob murmur a plea for deliverance, nevertheless alas i remain stranded in this restaurant.
š¼ āø¼ 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 hiddenābe 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... Ohā 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..
(āThe 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."
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ć ć ć ć ą±Øą§ ā @intergalacticous - poetry, 1998. Ėš ×
⤿۫ . the morning welcomes beautifully with its
warm coffee in the window is like a guardian of the world. ā”
the pale pink color shows love that has withered, but can still grow again.šŗ š¼
⤿۫ . the morning welcomes beautifully with its
light,warm coffee in the window is like a guardian of the world. ā”
write all our stories for today, whatever will happen,flowers bloom, with lace on the stem. (solely. ⠢⠵ āæ)
I just want us to always be together like a story that will never end.
the pale pink color shows love that has withered, but can still grow again.
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