Flattening the soul of poverty
Any devotion in the touching field of melancholy beautifies the neighbour's light. If the flame ignites its distant fidelity, the call's word imagines itself safe, the voice's acceptance complete. That depth touches only parts of its self, losing itself in the losing glow, towards the unfulfilled dreams. Sucked all the binding link, faithfully chosen to the default. Of thought [...]
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