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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀“time, which sees all ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ things, has found you out.”

does the time found me out, or does it worn me out? chinoiserie silks that lingers around her wrists whisper a completed morphemes that resonates me deeply. tessellated floors that hugged the ground ascend to the stairs of longing, seeking for the interminable strings that entwine two souls within reach of bare hands. moire-like weather clips its fingers and weave it into an aged sonnet. an ever-unfolded thread thrown into the suzani assortment to those who resonates within the rooted tenets note: accepting writing commissions & profile essentials only! 🥗🍋‍🟩

rooted-trail that weave the core of beings to pledge, @saildoure