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︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ・❥・ CURATES OF LONG-LOST ADOLESCENTS LOVE / [ 23. ] amber reverie of eventide, delicate wandering wrapped in the last warmth of the dying light: to be tenderly enshrined for IDR 6,000 through @afterfallsbot ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

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📝 𓇢𓆸 whisper and flip into the right current of well: seam between dusk and dark, with a cup of tea while awaiting. has long been the keeper of spoken things and breathes it back in its own unhurried hour / truly answers only what has been offered. 👥 people have voted so far. 📖 Anonymous Board

︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ❧ everlasting fall of shore: @afterfallsbot petals. ones that settle in the chest like last light through parted curtains, branded iron for both personal and commercial use at 3.000 IDR. [01.] @ placed [02.] @ in [03.] @ near [04.] @ future ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

WHAT IS GROWN IN THIS GARDEN, ISN’T YOURS TO HARVEST — should anyone be found wearing another's poets poem and pieces like a coat cut from stolen cloth, such trespass shall be five hundred thousand and should the matter ask to be known, it will be brought into the light for all to witness and weigh.

︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ between its petals, a page from a season that never quite ended, in a garden where someone once stood close enough to be almost, almost remembered; fragrance of everything growing, and the long, aching tenderness of all that has been loved and left behind. ︎︎ ꨄ︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ angels kiss in spring / #777 last amber light catching the rim of a forgotten teacup gone cold on the windowsill. while the roses had loosened by then, heavy with the particular grace of things that do not know they are beautiful, and the air carried their offering freely: sweet and faintly bruised, the scent of soil remembering rain, of blossoms leaning toward a light that had already gone. ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎

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