𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚.

The tides that hammered the midnight cyclone thumped down all the swamps that hung from the ceiling of her sway. The lady looked up, shedding a hidden scheme of injustice. The hanging glance clarified the behavior of the cosmos, this silence within the dimness of hers. Cultivating foreign memorials that stick out within the flickering of memories that adhere out within the flashing lights around. The scariest validate of life. Her gawk was deplete, as in the event that her well-wishers were no berth to be seen nor anybody else seem. God, bringeth those folk backeth. Squinting depression, broken hearts, sinuous tears. Nowadays who does this torso belong to? The reprobate of hell is approximately to reach, this hair may beest a witness to the quiet between those folk. The universe did not indeed set out to criticize, how the charlatan of her life was going. A young lady still merits to wince, at slightest within the solitude that clings to her back can still beest consid'r'd a chaperon to demise. Generosity God, on the off chance yond somebody hadst the hustle to annoyance it out, at that point the kites almost 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒆 couldn't be so swarmed. ✥ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ৎ ࣪⚘ 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❦︎ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ˖ ࣪✧ 𝗣𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹-𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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