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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOne For The Beloved,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ» | 물론 Herself 🕊

Giving the most beautiful poetry to the soil that absorbs substances, helping me grow nicely, like the most beautiful work I am kept so that it can spoil every pair of senses of the viewer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Angel / 𐂗... ‘날개𐙘
ㅤㅤPupils dilate while regarding at the
ㅤㅤgorgeous seraph, her every poise
ㅤㅤenthralls the heart, yoking the love.

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ㅤㅤ(EST.) ─── Invulnerability of
ㅤㅤThy Emotions Cannot
ㅤㅤBe Perforated by Envonomed
ㅤㅤQuarrels || It Sounds ‘11.10

An ocean of feelings collected in every alphabet on paper, a mixture of emotions and swearing cannot be expressed directly. Transformed into a fairy tale in uncertain times, the emptiness is said to be fulfilled, the wheel will not stop spinning when I always blink, then the story appears. If the meaning is lost, please forgive the one who just left with everything that is mortal. Ah, keep croaking like a black crow, that's how you survive when your soul is floating.

ㅤ How is your every step forward?
ㅤㅤ⟩ To The Future & Flashback

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ㅤ ㅤ ✶(...) | Heavenly ‣ A Sinner
ㅤ» ‘Each Feelings with Lyrical Melody «

Every beat and symphony are created because the virtuoso is so suave, rubbing every inch of dust with detail without flinching and rubbing against the skin—you don't have to feel holier than thou; you're inside this world, and dust is your friend too, even the invisible devil around you. Unfortunately, omne stave sith verses are venomous, altering the noggin and making the poetic lines sound like a blaze in the scoria. Metamorphosing into the sovereign alluring with the palm bestowing a lustrous glide on the terra, begetting the gurgling of harrowed sand. Hence blithe, whilst thilk sense doth dwell utilized, hearkening to the' rhapsodic, caressing mildly, espying the sphere in detail, mentally you're too late, physically you might hitherto abide.

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Gripped By Orbit’ 旅程, Which? ; Prestige | Wealth, 2018 's. VII ─ : Gazing at the stars, catching our heart 𐂗

ㅤㅤDaring to break the world above your head, making orbits grip your jaws hard, this heart will not let you make a sound. Its movement is ever-present but its gurgle and roar are not in the air, not even in the ear. It plunges into the valley of the mountain peaks, rolling every trace of greedy adventurers on its fabric. Bumped and bruised by the organised strands of hair after consuming time, his resignation is so painful, his blood is too sharp to stop flowing. The palm of evidence of sin could not grip the branch of resistance, too long he struggled, when will the sunrise come?

(𐚁...) ✷/ The sun sinks after giving satisfaction to every pair of eyes, please immortalise it before everything rotates again.

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