The Despicable's Plead
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Última publicación jue, jul 8, 2021
The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals.
Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.
I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?
My Art, My Love, My Desperation.
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