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ㅤ PHRASES CANNOT BROADCAST THE
    CANDOR-LONGING: THROUGH WAVES
    AND ASHES, I PRESENT..    𑠞  ADORER.
                   (Hence, I Waiting Your Arrival.)

    FROM MY EPISTLE, TO YOUR CRUISE.
    EVEN CIRCUMSTANCE ALWAYS BRING
    YOU BACK TO MY CORE OF SOUL.
    “I murmur your name in every night. Oh..
    to gradually cling onto your arms.”

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