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Laconic Noor Jan 2019
--Petrous lorn heart; grant an augury in nighttime moonbroch- crying for its lost pieces.
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
--You carefully spoke out my name in summer night, throughout the sound of rustling leaves... Is what I reminisce until this very moment with every shards of a broken promise.

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