you demand waters and fires. measure against measure. ever consumed ever consuming in surges of Same & Other.
you know nothing of these bittersweet tongues that burn your mouth. wait the awakening swords stiring the Matter.
Vestigia Amoris: sinais do corpo ausente
Todas as cidades têm as praças cheias de Vazio as ruas mais antigas são as mais densas de fogo que arde sem se ver ondas de fogo: sinais de...
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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