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(𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛: 𝙓𝙓𝙄𝙑.) ⏖ † ྀི
| 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴,
| 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬,
| 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦...
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Narrow eternity carries unspoken oath,
devotion rises in cadence, and rumbles
against the gritty cold air. Neither of it
are crucible, yet the angels sing for him.
#24SipsOfHueningkai, (02:08:14.) 𓉸ྀི

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