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You wonder the meaning in thousands of hieroglyphs the roses you garnered are still holding their stance. The artists in fragments collect their forgotten past to assemble the untold future into some hopeful slivers. Wondering if ever appearing on the white painted wall there is a shadow of a candle or mere illusion of the reality.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Resplendence Lost
You wonder the meaning in thousands of hieroglyphs the roses you garnered are still holding their stance. The artists in fragments collect their forgotten past to assemble the untold future into some hopeful slivers. Wondering if ever appearing on the white painted wall there is a shadow of a candle or mere illusion of the reality.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
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