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Collecting sea shells at the shore rare and exotic with their vibrant colors regal queen conch shell and cowries sea shells from the mysterious depths of the ocean connecting the body and the spirit cruising through wandering souls   when playing death songs on my weeping violin to cry to I bid farewell to all the loved ones   All the books that have once been read to bring solace and consolation are now dusty and rusty in my mind Compass… and the dice Roll the dice and hide Toll the bell and die
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
Omnia Vanitas
Collecting sea shells at the shore rare and exotic with their vibrant colors regal queen conch shell and cowries sea shells from the mysterious depths of the ocean connecting the body and the spirit cruising through wandering souls   when playing death songs on my weeping violin to cry to I bid farewell to all the loved ones   All the books that have once been read to bring solace and consolation are now dusty and rusty in my mind Compass… and the dice Roll the dice and hide Toll the bell and die
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
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