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SOIRË FORETOLD / Quantum, II
(‘The Gravity in Reverse : نهاية العالم. 🤩
Hostiles Sorrows Left Beiges Attend.)

Forenoons, memoir insided the hail-abandon leans upon the eclipse ‘nd even the vault slips ashen throbs. Days propel cart with a vehement spry perhaps falter from all the canter trudge, thus valour become solemn triumph. Blistering torrid columnar into a disheveled pelt contiguous mirth devoid of any labour albeit parlance further creole.

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“Trousers dust of nowhere was
Silent into loath antecedents
Ateliér.” 🤩 20 03 2000.
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