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Starving of love, seeking for dedication. Made by irony, reckoning on catastrophe. My whispers linger through your bones, our longings cascade in your blood. I found you in a lover, I let torments play beneath our head. I scrawled our felicity on a fragile twig after I lost in a dead-end forest.
@Wriitten is seeking for new business companions. Applied for profile needs, art commission, and wording commission only.
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BE MY GUEST: ✉️ ╱
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