ㅤㅤㅤ MANHOOD: A Scar Remains.

ᅠᅠㅤㅤㅤ {PHILIPPIC—OVERHEARD} 💫 ⚚ parastin headlines in disconsolateness against harsh strike that mandate be lithographs with the delicate palm hands arisings out south korean. that caligo an anxious correspondence with no luminous  threshold its sphere.

quotidian existence that can solitary be acknowledgement herefore swearing onto the demeanour pounding sensation, phtharic in curiousity conveys each one exquisite empyrean.

        💣 𐄖• MAGNANIMOUS PRESTIGE:         amenable can evigheden be harken       simply hereby glancing into his oculus. ᅠᅠㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 😘 THE WORLD FULL OF LOVE, I──Found You. Through the nights that we bear passed together, she who always hold my hand apparently forceful me to stand away your side.          I glance toward her lovely gaze          that   sparkling  warmth  to  me,          thus smiled, feeling doubtful at          what  i  was  glimpse  presently.          Beneath the moon, with nobody          else but us.

        CLASSIC POEM, “I, am the poet.”          IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT, 2nd. 🚩

│ Her body moves to hustle. She │ dance perfectly forth me. Like a │ piece against a romance cinema, i │ follow her dance.                                  Beneath the beautiful                          luminescence, we danced.                         I, embrace her waist, in my                  tenderness, i whispered, “I love                     you, and will forever love you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ               “You bit me, with your long  fangs.                Digging   into   my   neck,   with  a                tingling sensation and pain that  i                feel.”    (1983) ENDLESS LIFE:   🎇   The World Shining Brilliantly.       The  world  is   my  chessboard,  shining brilliantly.  The  climax   of   endless  life. Stepping  on  the  world,  toasts  for  me. It's  not  fun   anymore,   no   more   fever, i'm tired of easy games. Filling  the thirst that has become  numb with  something, sink my teeth in ya.                     And in this moment, with the                     classic poem ──that i wrote                     on paper with black ink.                     (Blood-scented)                (.&)  💙     Until the Last Breath.                     │ You  make  me  so  thirsty,   feel   the │ bite     between   my   jaw,   so   tasty. │ Believing  in  emotions   like   love  is │ obvious,   an   empty    illusion.     No │ excitement, feel nothing. The   hotter │ it   gets,  the  more  i  feel nothing.  In │ fact,  even   this   moment   feels    no │ tasty. Sick of my life, not fine alone