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Heaven lingered a choir whose hymns had long since dissolved into silence. Halos remained tarnished into eclipses, grieving their own light. Ivory wings—molted feather by feather until the sky appeared stitched gently together by their ruin. Dawn embroidered the heavens with threads of pearl that lingered. No lament disturbed their descent. ❀🪽࿐
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Heaven lingered a choir whose hymns had long since dissolved into silence. Halos remained tarnished into eclipses, grieving their own light. Ivory wings—molted feather by feather until the sky appeared stitched gently together by their ruin. Dawn embroidered the heavens with threads of pearl that lingered. No lament disturbed their descent. ❀🪽࿐
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Even silence wore ribbons. Thus heaven remained upon the earth, feathers gathering in forgotten gardens as lace trembling upon empty altars. Lilies blooming… gentle ache of light… ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ become something tender enough to wither.
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Even silence wore ribbons. Thus heaven remained upon the earth, feathers gathering in forgotten gardens as lace trembling upon empty altars. Lilies blooming… gentle ache of light… ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔ become something tender enough to wither.
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Ivory lilies lingered a procession of celestial maidens adorned in sigh of dawn. Kissed by moonlight that trailed behind them in quiet devotion. Plumes drifted through the gates of heaven—like a forgotten poem. Carried the fragrance of death incense.
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Ivory lilies lingered a procession of celestial maidens adorned in sigh of dawn. Kissed by moonlight that trailed behind them in quiet devotion. Plumes drifted through the gates of heaven—like a forgotten poem. Carried the fragrance of death incense.
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Porcelain hands gathered bouquets of lilies blooming from fractured wings of angels. Traced the gilded edges until the ink resembled dried petals pressed between pages. Grace / Wore / Ribbons.
▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ °♥️🛎️🪽❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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Porcelain hands gathered bouquets of lilies blooming from fractured wings of angels. Traced the gilded edges until the ink resembled dried petals pressed between pages. Grace / Wore / Ribbons.
▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ °♥️🛎️🪽❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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❦ via @AnoMessBot
Catch-Me-Upon-The-Lies! ♥︎
Stitched into cherubs where it slept beneath blooming roses. Hush of wings that had learned there was a peculiar holiness in falling delicately… 🪽
Stitched into cherubs where it slept beneath blooming roses. Hush of wings that had learned there was a peculiar holiness in falling delicately… 🪽