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auburn—the tincture of autumn and refined elegance conjures the lavishness of the shade itself, until it irrevocably sutures the lacerations of love; rose-hued.
the silhouettes—since our spirits are forged in crimson—inevitably gravitate toward it when articulating the spectrum of auburn. auburn ushered forth a chosen few who possess the grace to mirror our ardor and fealty. as we compose and revere the splendor of auburn, we inscribe sonnets inked in tender script and rosewood—for what purpose? to unearth, to discern silhouettes that converse in verse—a mutual tether drawn between you and I. reconstruct the covenant of our auburn lifeblood, entwined in fervor and thorns.
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the silhouettes—since our spirits are forged in crimson—inevitably gravitate toward it when articulating the spectrum of auburn. auburn ushered forth a chosen few who possess the grace to mirror our ardor and fealty. as we compose and revere the splendor of auburn, we inscribe sonnets inked in tender script and rosewood—for what purpose? to unearth, to discern silhouettes that converse in verse—a mutual tether drawn between you and I. reconstruct the covenant of our auburn lifeblood, entwined in fervor and thorns.
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and as it lingers, the redolence of saccharine blooms. they blossom within our chests, yearning to entwine with our essence—from soul to soul. after epochs passed, fate endeavored once more to interlace our paths—after eons, and now.