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On my exploration, there are still secrets that kept under my  sleeves; it would be a twisted knife in my defenseless night. Between the heaven and sea, there are traces of him, keeping me haunted and wandering at it. *Between the orbs and galaxies, we're building towers,* we're praying and pleading for a myriad miracles, I nestled gently on his lips, it was all downhill.
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Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
Orbs and galaxies
On my exploration, there are still secrets that kept under my  sleeves; it would be a twisted knife in my defenseless night. Between the heaven and sea, there are traces of him, keeping me haunted and wandering at it. *Between the orbs and galaxies, we're building towers,* we're praying and pleading for a myriad miracles, I nestled gently on his lips, it was all downhill.
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Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
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