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Even if the leaves have defected
their graceful descent & solely
zephyr is left to play matchmaker—

Can I hold onto these chronicle for eternity?
“Our amour that sprouted amidst the crispy confetti of equinox’s farewell?”

We sundered equal this—when we were head over heels, hand in hand, and radiating ecstasy together. And hither we are, eyeing each other in the same spot, gradually releasing our grip equal a pair of reluctant balloonists letting go of their strings.

ㅤㅤ “No Matter Where Zest Takes Us,
ㅤ Let’s Find Ecstasy In Utmost Moment.”

ㅤ  (The Final Murmuring—Of The Fallen)
ㅤㅤ  leaves crepuscule: signaling that
ㅤ   our chronicle is drawing to a CLOSE.

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