Reminiscing Memories
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Last published Mon, Oct 12, 2020
Our romance is full of myriad colors. Each caress we take expresses how glad we are. But now, all of it turned into a monochrome art as its hue slowly faded.
Let's draw another artwork. A piece that we can slowly turn into a masterpiece again. A masterpiece that can define our own new world.
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