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as i reminisce all those memories we had together , i still kept picturing you as if you were still there like how you used to. perhaps then and there , i could freeze the time so that i can be with you again.
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sometimes,
beautiful chattles
are simple chattles.
be obliged for
everything that 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯
breathe and see it 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴.
with the orb;
from there, it is be
conscious of that it
is so beauteous.
end. the shrub trees, the leaves flying, and the winds are the perpetrators. turn them into something else based on the photographs taken. In grey, sadness is blue. old green and the other colors of senada adorn the darkness of the master's room. grief over the wound. there's no word that can represent a heart that's broken in two. It's over. a lot of poetry has been heard, and eyes that look at things acknowledge that its beauty is true. but this is life—a work that never ends. heart line
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𖣂.. Erudition o’ sanction amalgamate toward lucid fortitude ‘midst the hearty quivers in the ornery amity. XI—“Aphrodite’s Genesis”.
