amidst mid-Juny of 2004. 🍒🌲 the rhythm of the quill's dance, emotions soar high, speaking in this silent tongue where hearts

monochrome of heart. (lunar that night . . . . ) i confront theache of your absence, a poignanttruth emerges

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