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ㅤㅤㅤ (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍-𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒍.)

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The gossamer and tremulous, pours across the threshold and pools within the hollowed creaks, as though the very house were suspending its breath for one last turn of the waltz. Your palm folded in ours will feel as a taper borne through a draughty corridor. The chandelier lets fall a single crystalline tremor, a small applause from a vanished ballroom.
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And should the wraiths begin to intone their antique refrains, we shall waltz beneath the sighing rafters to the heart's metronome mellowed by rust and long desuetude, until the sun draws back the latch of the horizon and the final song unspools into pearlescent hush. Shall you need the guidance to make your waltz towards destined note, reach us through @ToYourEyeBot or @CYEProjectsBot.
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