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Choir Of Words Uttered With Sincere
Eyes: ⚹︎ “Heartfelt Love Poured—Out.”

Dearly beloved across the way, @TheHowarth addresses with a piece of love. At the glimmer of affection, amidst the complexities of a braid. May love slope as kindly as possible amidst the crowded city streets passing by in its quirkiest guise. A sequence of feelings which may be unspeakable, but nevertheless love must be visible, shouldn’t it? Yet—when it comes down to it, there is the day of love which keeps reappearing for the longest time, on the same date and time of year. Even these words bounced with the highest, on the shackles of the exact same love, may love always be poured-out who’s being cradled by the whims of earth, merry valentine day

(14/2) 𝒞. Smitten with Love.
 Howarth's baby, Leeseo.

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Reinhard. read the whisper

samiel dauv. read the whisper

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(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @SommerBakery, @RedVelvetExo, @Sevonturier, @Heerouge, and @BeaumontFamilie steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
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