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ㅤ arrow to impetuous blitheness.
ㅤㅤㅤ (telegram.dog/sylluine)
ㅤ “i arouse in the night, pace like a banshee.
ㅤ room is on fire, invisible effluvium,
ㅤ and all of my heroes die all unescorted.
ㅤ help me clench onto you,
ㅤ who could ever relinquish me, darling?”
bellyflop into the entire backwoods with a fruit basket and bonfire lamp. in this enterprise; we’re calling for commercial compadres such as profile needs, writing commission and anything commission addressing towardly @sylluinebot.
opening a window to canoodle real life, what if it is closed? isn’t it extremely disheartening? my love falls, as if hoping that you will twirl to me newly. i want you to come to me in a phosphorescence in the dark equivalence.
ㅤ arrow to impetuous blitheness.
ㅤㅤㅤ (telegram.dog/sylluine)
ㅤ “i arouse in the night, pace like a banshee.
ㅤ room is on fire, invisible effluvium,
ㅤ and all of my heroes die all unescorted.
ㅤ help me clench onto you,
ㅤ who could ever relinquish me, darling?”
bellyflop into the entire backwoods with a fruit basket and bonfire lamp. in this enterprise; we’re calling for commercial compadres such as profile needs, writing commission and anything commission addressing towardly @sylluinebot.
opening a window to canoodle real life, what if it is closed? isn’t it extremely disheartening? my love falls, as if hoping that you will twirl to me newly. i want you to come to me in a phosphorescence in the dark equivalence.