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IN MY OWN INFERNO: HALLWAYS STAKES BLOODIED BY THE VENGEANCE OF CATASTROPHE. The brambles in undergrowth beneath serve as blade to shivering ardor. Yet I, as a steadfast companion, cling to the brink. In a landscape of ruins and unattained dreams, kismet that has been carved with rage becomes a deadly latitude to walk alone. My fingers, though battered by the agony of intolerable apparitions, remain capable of seizing the reins of destiny despite the brink of hopelessness. Laments reveal the remorse for forging my own nocturnal prison in iron chains, enshrouded deeply in vice. Even the heavens perceive the suffering that has taken root in fate and will burgeon into a formidable beast—I will perish here. Limping my weary feet up the altitude hill of hope with holy prayers—please change the predestined prophecy, forge me a steadfast dog bestowed in adequate lodging! THE ODE ETCHED WITH SUFFERING SOBS AS CONFIRMATION OF MY STATE: @DOHOONKIM. ㅤ

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ (07/11) “dove of paradise and everything nice.” remember how we used to pick flowers from the bushes that we passed by when we had that picnic back in our hometown, where everything was given to us directly by the elders—don’t you miss that? well i, @ahyieon, do. so here i am back where we started, back where everything was wholehearted. it is your decision to make, whether to join me in our lane: back home, or to stay where you are and risk losing the fun moments we can have, here—in the city of peace.

　　 (midnight blue sky write-up: 2.00) ౨ৎ’❤️ sedentary forth a esplanade trestle, hunks ascend through examine angelic lune being sonorously displayed amidst a pure heart. 　 her heart so tenderly accompanied by a sweet black cat while being lost in the night breeze. ✉️𑁤 while writing a superb poem ✶ beside her finger: @wopyoung “mid-august, i found out that writing poetry is that beautiful.” stars accompanying the lune, the hunch concerning forlornness prevail eloquence, she often wrote everything in her beautiful book with endless ink she always used it. 　　 　　

potato’s lovesome timberland congested by moonbeam heartfelt masquerade labyrinth. ✿ [10/67] morningtide with deerfield vigour! click-clock! 🎥 sugarcoated nature arrived, emerging another sympatisch mystique tangled: when bounteous lilies fluorescence incandescently ‘neath october’s unclocked pearl, howbeit, fulfilled around bewitching miracle, marooned everlast vehemence. star-crossed nightingale anent morningtide portraiture sideswipes the sophisticated magnificence between sunup luminescent. vanquishment embroidered hearts alongside diaphanous destination which brainstorm divine phantasmal thoughts inside her intertwined verselet plainchant: rosebuds frondescence dancing while tranquilizing serenade abounding—escape from doomed circumstance she never daydreamed about, pirouetting sumptuously within glamorous desire to find lukewarm comradeship atmosphere. unequivocal mesmerism chains that wouldn’t camouflaged although when the firestorm comes for the umpteenth times. ☻ hold your hands, ensure yourself, let’s begin our comradeship journey!

🍎🧾 within the petite’s, crumbs lolita’s just attempt———66.1  flicks  in the  gallery’s. 𓂋    [👧🏻 vanilla scents] of the spotted. ᶻ   𝘇.     in the pinkskie:   effected by the hearts          𓏵 𓂂 enticings complements. [more detailed]           [annoy]            𐙚 the happiness when i see,        an moments  like an endearments. 🥝🦴      🌲🛋️: sit with ethereals vibin.       with the stargazings,  like so adorns.       i will keeping it with my eyesights       the memories will stay as friends.       would to you always spent it with me? @minkif :  ╾─────── 🦷⭐️ is await to you came, doorbells will always opened! i am so excited to us shared our happiness.

                    “PHRASE, 1790”         Ancient Epoch, 19th. The Nobility of The Bellissima. Once upon... “I, The author who wrote it” she said uproariously in her private library. Throughout the time of a ballad she finished with various imaginary in her mind about a mirage, pendulum, art, candle, book, billet doux and also friendship in a royal building. And in the middle of the poem, an implied edict for an exploration of valuable experiences—a friendship that must begin with greetings, respect and also rendeszvous. &' it will be aligned, when a warm greeting came to her. 🎗.. EPHEMERIS-92 : And in the end, she really lays out a new relationship that will begin by immortalizing all the meetings in the momentum that she ties with a sacred relationship. She exhibit all the virtues and sincerity and romanticism in every poem she engraves and engravings that she will paint in all her camaraderie memoirs. She spread the memoir through the majestic royal gates, she had honed the etiquette to warmly welcome the charming creatures who would come with a letter in their hands. Thereupon, with a kosher halcyon stamp—the letter will be scattered.   Signed, Noblewoman.   Marydice Selunara Murdoch.      

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