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The haste of wondrous souls, their roots; unyielding soil, as their curiosity grows cold and I just stand there watching, have you seen the way they're speaking shallow words placating what once a precious heart did hold. © fey (21/10/25)
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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The haste of wondrous souls, their roots; unyielding soil, as their curiosity grows cold and I just stand there watching, have you seen the way they're speaking shallow words placating what once a precious heart did hold. © fey (21/10/25)
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Oct 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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