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Letters fell from the spectral dreamland not just commentary of paper, but bewildered pieces of the universe—drooping into the breathes of souls who were yet unfinished and calculation out who they were. A scaled-down but passionate modicum was inscribed on each vellum-thin leaf: come together, not to blend colors but to obtain the discordance amongst each other. As the sanctorium of uninhabited promise now faded to illusion, the mind had been shrouded in miasma. Incongruity that is held proximate—the bravery to choose deathly quiet when the outermost world desideratum noise is what creates orchestration, not wholesome blackout.


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GRACHTER the bearer of forgotten volition, sunders the fetters of ineptitude in temporal cadence—ushering our essence to meander through the aether of cognition, where thought dilates beyond cartography.

Endeavor were taken in the transformable downbeat of entreaty breathed between cyclone sighs, not in a accelerate. The sun pirouetted on their leather as if the coruscation had learned to speak the language of blemishes, and they stole time from a timekeeper bughouse on chaos and traveled through the valleys of the subconscious, breathing in air like commentary of appetency. One voice weathers in whispering the same way across all the unnamed estrangements (HOUSEHOLD). Fulcrum of every monsoon, the promenade home for intestinal fortitude that have lost the ability to come home. Thunderclap a constant oscillation that undergoes even when time and hauteur measure as boundary is what makes a family more than just blood.

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