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❛ all these dreams that helplessly fell upon the heart of an inhumane disaster.
all these twinkling stars,
flickering lightsand sunkissed faces that made the aesthetic vast blankness
worthy of sight and appreciation.
sometimes, color is not just red and violet and everything in between
sometimes it is dull spirits that bloomed once they received a soul. ❜
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exploding galaxies // -silvermist
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