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EPHEMERAL

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VEIL'D MELANCHOLY.

Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]

when winter arrives

winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...

𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍

╚»★«╝ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ╚»★«╝ //𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚// 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓴𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆...