𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒'𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐕𝐎𝐋 𝐈𝐈.

Fig. 42: Elementologie of the Infinite by L. M.
Siefen Schild hängt die Kette des Ordens vom goldenen Fluss. Un den Adlerher find die Wappen der Ocfterrei
chicken Erb-Konigrciche, Hertzogthumer und Linder.

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With-it the full month, the promised
urge in the virtue at the endeavor.

𝓞n that night, we were conspiring what was being poured, the wine that we enjoyed until the lips that we had pilgrimage. Something came back into verity in the heart of the hamlet towards my cottage. Joining arrows with worn-out doorknobs.

𝓣 he one in red with the ribbon around the head came to me while taking over time. "Prepare yourself, to be the successor of your mother's sins" a few moments before she died in the hands of God I asked, "You are still in your right mind?" But unfortunately, the time is up and all that remains is regret and god attribute the app chooses.

𝓣he eldest one I heard call Darling she had a beautiful voice; you should have heard her sing. The fairy called Petunia was the pale-faced beauty of Estonia. Singing with some sweet beautiful sound and playing on their harp some pretty song. Where they mingle warmth and love together. Woven into their pretty tapestry.

𝓣hen choose a compartment on the burial throne that is more beautiful than hypocritical humans under the guise of religion. But sometimes she believes in things that are not inevitable, often reminding her that even though when dawn comes, we both have to decease. Or just being gratified.

— Pages disseminated in slaughterhouse.

I. Being gazed at by thousands of people with assorted emotions, enslaved to life scenarios. Traces of eternal problems or an uninhabited asteroid? The Universe welcomes the children of the mother and the moon when guiding love that does not beg and then asks which pain is the most desirable. Still given time to enjoy baskara the next day. Do not hold something that is not there, you will formulate a taste of dystopia. Condemn the sky if you want to look at the sky, but don't be afraid to fall into the abyss. Tears have frosted inside her lids. Feet and hands numb with loneliness. Life always demands to be satisfied, to forget that joy is a dagger that pricks the conscience. Let's celebrate the time we accidentally arrive at the fifth full moon.

II. We are just accidental bodies. Some of the paragraphs we have written down are the results of self-trumpets. And those who are busy blaming themselves will only become dry, uninhabited leaves. Ah, is the sky empty there? Without the blue, are you sure that there are still stars or even at night you don't want to turn your face? We are simply reincarnations of time apart from the pledge of the same sense where we comprise invocation.

𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎.

About the abandoned bed, about myself, some are exhausted and also getting rusty. Living in a small the compartment that breathes in camphor, giving of dreadful memories, additionally, the old pillows and bolsters segregated with stories and sobs like being slam by the white rose thorns that are alienated by their establishment.

"When can I munch a rose without tears?" As if talking to an all-knowing fence. Looks like it is. I have never felt remorseful to admit that my body is like snow seeping into the bone marrow transplant, like a grove of embarrassed princesses, like a nest of twilight pampering her child on my shoulder. Stop by staying at home alone just to unwind.

I deliberately put my bedroom in a junction between the bathroom and an old painting so that life and death do not quarrel with each other. Until the end of the road becomes a lively debate and decision. Face to face through clear glass "See I'm not crying anymore because I can inhale and exhale silently" I hope my room does not forget that I was ever a bother and smuggled old grandpa-style jokes, I died merrily.

Camouflage indefinitely dim, just the sound of the wind blowing as the feet determine direction. This one, I once again recognized my spokesperson in it, read my poetry in it that no one has ever read? Splitting hanging roots and cutting. Examination of my palmistry until the voice subsided and the manifestation of history had fallen asleep in it. Still spilling anathematize on the mortal dream, on a non-existent setting, on the bereaved. Let's go! Prowling again under a warm blanket, staring at the sky under an empty plate without hope. Thank you for the grief stage. That's all and never came back.

IN IT, metronome 3AM

📽 at the photo shoot for the August issue of WKorea present with charming face, deep eyes. The sophisticaed appearance of 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 emits a sense of elegance, wich over many decades wich has resulted in the type face being associated with notions of style and elegance.This elegance has been utilized in the branding of the fashion industry. And I appreciate all the staff concerned 기대 해주세요!