This is i of those nights when I but experience similar basking inward the
moonlight, wishing to endure acquaint inward the emptiness of space.
Evoking, surrounding myself amongst melancholy. What is this piece
of art? I relish the minute of serene sadness every bit I brain to its
of art? I relish the minute of serene sadness every bit I brain to its
melody. H5N1 fusion too a rift of the complex too of the simple.
I unopen my eyes to gaze at the depths of this beauty.
Atlas.
I experience that If I pose to a greater extent than words to push clit this masterpiece,
I wouldn't endure doing it whatever justice.
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