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STYLOGRAPH AND INKLING;
May this words forged on her marrow.

This man has nothing but a fascicle of jaundiced mulch while he was sighting a woman in awe. Likewise their condition might merely prevailed within this particular epoch, he ken that he ought to be unwavering about hailing one's salutations. This lady was an unmatched benevolence, the scarlett lipstick was a reconciled bijouterie, it was lavish on her flawlessly schemed facade with a scant ornamental accent from eyes that been bewitching his perspicacious soul, these eyes couldn’t grasp a vista of another perception even though these flowerets were tantalizing his sneezer. “Syllables, could she recites these syllables to hark his stolen attachment?” Neither of those will-o'-the-wisp could ever bridge his veneration on ..... countenance. Thus, may he grants you a wish for trade of your philanthropic company in pursuing a land of whimsical petals over the sheet of admiral letter from this foremost man—Thespian.

“Allow me
to write our beautiful memories
into verses that heal every wound
left by our past.”


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