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In a valley under the name of Nysa, where lithe Oceanid sea nymphs laugh and mingle, my scrutiny is reached by the staggering grandeur— a sacred initiation that continually spring on me when I descry it. The tender beam feels as though it drown me in the valley’s depths. Such a fulmination dashing whiff, the God of Love watches with joyance and sends an missile of amore toward me, causing me to fall for you. Will this love be fleeting or meanest till blue in the face?


ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ BOND OF LOVE,
ㅤㅤ  KAHYANG WENING RATRIAYU.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHEART’S. | SOJOURN.

I, with malice aforethought shown you a pomegranate so you could savoir—faire an toughened love bond, referring that sincere love leaves a mark that is tough to scratch out even when you struggle to stretch away. The pomegranate you eat holds untold seeds, showing the abundance of love that allow for not sole bliss yet more intricate feelings such as beneath yearning, loose grudge, a desire for of a piece soleness, and scarce fervor.
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