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ִ 𞥊ִ 🐈‍⬛️🪽⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Behold flowers spring from the poetic soul of that hushed hour shared betwixt two spirits, each longing the other would dare to go forth first. Sigh without sound, a spark unseen, a heart-beat takes flight 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐓 ♬⋆.˚𝄞 held fast between deep wish and fearful stay. "𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠," and yet here they stand, waiting in vain.ᣟ🪞🦢 ˖ ݁˖· ᯓ ˳
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ㅤPP’S BIRTH BEYOND THE DO⚉R.
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ㅤㅤㅤ 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmeant to be cherished.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜-𝚘𝚏-𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗..𓏲ּ𝄢

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peering von scheint of too-perfect-world. ༄˖°.🐞.ೃ࿔
ivory roots tangled in dreamlike soil.

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