A Mortal of Palgraven.

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ YOU OR WE SUFFER? Would you follow our delicate footsteps drunken the garden drown plant a rose has learned to bleed? Or would you stand still, kneel the letter to choose you first? 001. To inscribe our name upon to parchment of hunger, and venture forth unto A Morsel of @PALGRAVEN. I sure pomegranate, convene the pilgrim into an garden letter-chamber, brittle angel kneel across and beside the garden of devotion. Suffering deeply under these hands, I planted red-wine seeds so we back to the espouse, and called our blooming a covenant of the departed. Let the curtain remain wine-dark, for fate carve bloody-letter into the ribs remembrance, leave us only the tooth of the devil hovering behind of my heart-ache. 002. Remember this decree our curtain, love-letter the bitter seeds of laws have been planted. Admire, but do not uproot. Witness, but do not drown the name of maker. For what has been carved through devotion shall not be taken by hunger, and what belongs to @PALGRAVEN shall remain under rightful pomegranate. Or penalty shall be imposed IDR 400.000,00. To replicate, reclaim, redistribute, or carve these works into anothers name without consent shall be to kneel before the teeth of theft. I thought, for fate to carve a bloody-letter into the ribs the departed, only to leave the devils tooth. ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ I pour you the sugar-coated of suffer kneel beside the garden and my hunger, brittle angel had planted our red-wine into the soleil and called the seeds devotion. How humane, I thought, for fate to carve such bloody-letter into the ribs of the departed, only to leave the tooth of the devil hovering behind the curtain. At advent, I learned to kneel before the storm, to plant my seeds in bitter soil and call the uprooted garden humane. Remember the heart-ache remain, frighten you under my drown psalm, finally understand what I have been. And when the drunken unsettled, I will pomegrabate the scrap to our departed letter, place them beside the curtain. Suffering and crossing an angel flower and love-letter come salvation ever meant to be carve. I built a memory no passing season could ever erase, a little moon-to-light where your name still linger like light upon an old house. Come to me, whilst I remain under the gentle tongue, delighting in the more promise of your presence. I wait for you, not impatiently, but as the stars wait for the night, knowing that some things are destined to return only when the melancolia are ready. I beg you, to set me free. COMPOSE TO LETTER UNTIL WE LEARNED, @PALGRAVEN. ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

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