? LISTEN, TO MY EARDRUMS. I AM ENLIGHTENED BY YOUR APPEARANCE.I seek, for every nightfall. Until it comes: filled with shaky eyes. An echo——with no voice. Prayer & their last breath, look inside the other’s soul-kinder. Go over my jotted down. Scratched, with the unknown emotion. I‘ve unlocked my foyer, right after the sunkissed chasm underneath my ecstasy. I, am open for all the writing commissions including rush orders. Bear in mind that rush orders are not grounds for some extra fees! And am wholeheartedly shall dying into the godhanded of your dictums. Accordingly, it will make you gratified by any chance. Grief has hands, and my hands will go neath——hardly if you won’t come into my territory. I’ll bless your wish. The examples are already on my fetching. Yet, you can look over and decide to dwell in @Beloid more closely or @FrightDeathBot. I will perpetually wait for your entrance, and carrying the dandy settled up and wrapped inward the happiness.

WARM & SUGAR: FLAMED. UNLESS THE DEAD-BODY AND YET IT WILL TURNS AROUND THE ASTONISHING HUES. I, LURENE SHORE WITHIN MY BELLS OF PILGRIMAGE.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ⎯⎯QUIRY, AT THE NOTCH ㅤㅤㅤㅤBROKEN & NONE-LAKED. Made aware. It’s a summer breeze on the willingly runner. Taut slightly, I owe the thoughts of dripped held. Confused ... Afar, women peek for women, the common outcome to ask for a favour: hopeless breath…

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ㅤㅤ⎯⎯QUIRY, AT THE NOTCH
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBROKEN & NONE-LAKED.

Made aware. It’s a summer breeze on the willingly runner. Taut slightly, I owe the thoughts of dripped held. Confused ... Afar, women peek for women, the common outcome to ask for a favour: hopeless breath & the mouth is open for the sum lore. Truthfully is, everyone might find me. I am, the true self of me.

Sigh no more for the hardest daylights, I bestow it alongside our deeds to go. Where did we go? You ask me, the first question of your open mouth. I did, the explanation. Yet, we will go to the triumphant outgoing. The place of freedom. Just us, who will take the blithesome. Enough, I define their brains: the sounds of woe, are not be heard again. Follow ... Me ... I sorrow the most if you don't give me your hearty cures. ㅤ

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“Do we have a place to live safely?” The blunt query that is always pops up in my mind.
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Alongside our body moving around, we can keep control of it as long as we are in our liberty sanity. That’s mean, we are in mentally stable. And how to get that if our circumstances ain’t yield us the decent and destroy us? What a shame ... I can’t ever breathe readily because of our thorns—misdeed.

Until the doomsday coming to take us apart from this soil, we’ve grew up. Graveyard is waiting for us. But wait, are we already off-the-shelf of moving and accepting the new world? Rightfully, I have a myriad of queries that must be found, the answers. I’ve perpetually yearned to be someone who can help whosoever souls in this cosmos, however, I am still here, fixated on injustice. This world is a sin, as you know it. The earth already reached its ancient epoch. We can’t save it, unfortunately. Yet humans, just know how to conquer it.
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ㅤ[I understand,
ㅤthose eyes are
ㅤhorrific. The way
ㅤthey look out
ㅤand give us a
ㅤmockery. It’s a
ㅤhabit of wicked.]
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SKEPTICISM: I, SLEEP & DIE.
Not awake. The long disaster.I suffer, yet I am not. Fated ... unchaste outlooks. Around my throat, the desires are humming the chute. I dangle, eat them up. It’s happen. Another tier of tenderness: I, saw it. And God, never forgives the bathos demeanors. Grief & desperation──both connected inside of one axis. The hear-say: “Shall I hope? For the world’s chop. No. It is colonialism. Yoke, I am consumed by your chasm. How tightfisted.

Eat ... the cadavers. Quirky. Where does the voice come up? I even can’t think properly. It haunts me. Shaking teeth, and bloodshed already lie around. No longer, no longer here anymore. Blind turns blind. Like a cherry that is packed with saccharine, blood has the resemblance. Woolen afar indigo-dyed and comprised. In the looms of memories and go, I stand over the leftovers and could yield us into the nicer hooks.

Keep going. Signed, and forget about the past. Despair the scrap: it’s just an elongated daydreaming. You and me, we’ve escaped from being a rodent. Truism. Scattered from the moonlight, the red moon has arrived. Our secret shouldn’t be leaked from here.

────[河流与凶手: FRIGHTDEATH’S TENET.]
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