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ㅤㅤI, LEFT MY HEART IN LUCERNE. 🫀


Had I the heavens' embroidered textiles, woven with golden and silver light, blue, dim, and black cloths. Prefacing over love, which never grows weary of attempting to join the ranks of existence. Demonstrating that genuine love will always barge in at the right time. There's no need to wait, if love has found its true state of affairs, it will outgrowth there.

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(Verily, kindred spirits shall ever find
their way back, for they canst not tread
the path alone, bereft of their beloved’s
clasp.) — '1992.


DEVOTION IN AFFECTION IS A BOON MOST SHOULDST COVET: Not all souls may grasp both veiled frailty and cloaked might. All is wrought in just measure; should a tale wear flaw’s guise, tarry not, but withdraw, for discord’s omens stand clear. True ardor shall bloom in its destined hour, as radiance bears witness, much like a flower unfurling in due tide. Each word is fate’s quill at work, love’s ebb and flow bound by no herald but unfolding as foreordained. Fear not, for love’s course is etched upon the heavens, and in its appointed time, it shall flourish, unbidden yet unwavering, summoned by fate’s gentle hand.

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