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meherbaan tanaav: (तनाव) talk town of saffron air, shed tears in marigold brume.
somber viscose chars are melting on lips. strands of midnight champetre across the sight, swaying close to a filament chloe from somnolent auric. off the record bells in the old cavern, not of wind nor even water. ambling upon the mince, pavement steeped in lilac gravel eclipse. feather seabirds volute around ankles barely-there.
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t.me/rosesfrondbot𑇨 / dawn, at last. and i entangled in the satiny cusp of a stance. it was merely the midair drain through any petals dotting hostile to clamber as if tracing passé versal. solely anchored in this domaine (
i am pretty selective with whom i align with and the connections i foster: profile-needs, writing comissions, art commission, and teleprem type of business.)
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