i wished you some golden pillars in this endless month
that endures strangers into itself by an assassination of ambition and the rebirth of joy and love
i wished you some good days to get the grasses into our reality to just to make them say "i love these feathers of nature"
i wished you an abyss of lookalike sweet air and unfearful eyes
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
i wished you some golden pillars in this endless month
that endures strangers into itself by an assassination of ambition and the rebirth of joy and love
i wished you some good days to get the grasses into our reality to just to make them say "i love these feathers of nature"
i wished you an abyss of lookalike sweet air and unfearful eyes
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