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BUT ALAS, THEY BEFOG ME.❜ (悲惨) 𓇬
ㅤㅤ A tale of woe, where sorrow takes its toll.
Athwart quivering mouths, belches the strife, altering calamity into a balmy kismet. Where equanimity writhes its delicate tale, misery lingers once—I beheld a verse of dread, long dead.
Oh, how I pine for sights to groove, to tangle their thrall in the drapery of my spirit.
But alas, they befog me. Beyond the teetering nudge, the needle engraves walls, midnight ink welling up as thoughts intertwist.
[UNWRAPPED!] Bit by bit, your tight-lipped wishes, thoughts, and heartstrings shall be pouring on a worn-out sheet. Hence, a nimble-fingered belletrist in readiness to put your behests into words. Any kind of writing commission will be accepted and I’m willing to seize put-up forms with deadlines. Mail your well-filled forms through
@Calthrop’s dedicated roomchat.
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