I, 诗；INK—SPHERE POURS FORTH
     AS RAIN. ▸ (In The Dead Of Night.)

[00:12] GMT±4.　☥ “droplets of ink that engrave the whispers of soul on papers dark as the abyss.” (&.) / .. the brisk weather so thick with the scent of old books: '西拉萨尔  •  with an unwrapped price of Rp. 2,000 indelible. #Evan

　　　(IX.’) : 1999s,  脚印。FORTH?
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