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CHAPTER : XVII 1987 🔭👍
MEN OF THE MIDNIGHT FLAME
He walks beneath a blood-red sky
With eyes that smolder, cold yet kind
A haunted storm within his mind.
“A how he buried, on he eeps.
Heart in chains, a past unsaid.”
He Walks Beneath a Blood-Red Sky.
A Haunted Stroms.🧥 ⁹⁷
MEN OF THE MIDNIGHT FLAME
He walks beneath a blood-red sky
With eyes that smolder, cold yet kind
A haunted storm within his mind.
“A how he buried, on he eeps.
Heart in chains, a past unsaid.”
He Walks Beneath a Blood-Red Sky.
A Haunted Stroms.
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Channel name was changed to «[II.]━━ &.. 工作狂。 A man who works in New York City ⎋»
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ㅤㅤㅤ‘Thus, Modeling──II. 到期
New York, Fashion: 1948.
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👕 (&.) Fashion week, every week is full of luxury and excitement mixed with an interesting fashion design atmosphere. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Epilogue──II. Attachment to a newspaper magazine model in a photo shoot pose in a magazine advertisement.
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ㅤㅤㅤ‘Thus, Modeling──II. 到期
New York, Fashion: 1948.
Session｜Photoshoot, 2018 's.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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“✱” Fashion show ，magnificent.
“Epilogue──II. Attachment to a newspaper magazine model in a photo shoot pose in a magazine advertisement.
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ㅤㅤ🚬 ㅤ／ㅤㅤAs I swing through the neon-lit boulevards of Brooklyn, the city beats with life underneath me. My fingertips discharge sensitive strands of silk, weaving a fragile move between the high rises. The beat of the night echoes in my ears, the cool breeze whispering privileged insights as I float easily through the shadows.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤeach beat of the music mixing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤconsistently with the drone
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤof the lanes underneath.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs I tune in to the frequenting
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtune of the Sunflower tune.
ㅤㅤㅤIt's as on the off chance that time stands still, and for a minute, I'm
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┄──ㅤ(𖤍..) ㅤBut in the midst of the chaos and the cacophony of the city, there's a portion of me that doesn't have a place. I move through the night with elegance, with control, however I do not feel like a legend.
「ㅤ━━━ㅤ」As I observe over the city from over, I can't offer assistance but ponder what it implies to genuinely be a legend. But for presently, I'll proceed to swing through the night, my silk trailing behind me like a lace within the wind, looking for my put in this endless, sprawling city.
ⓘㅤ“I'm fair me, Gwen Stacy, exploring the roads with my claim brand of enchantment.”
「ㅤ━━━ㅤ」As I observe over the city from over, I can't offer assistance but ponder what it implies to genuinely be a legend. But for presently, I'll proceed to swing through the night, my silk trailing behind me like a lace within the wind, looking for my put in this endless, sprawling city.