I offer you my tears in exchange for what seemed an invisible ink which my quill has spluttered all over the blank canvass lying before my vivid imagination.
I offer you my tears in exchange for what seemed an invisible ink which my quill has spluttered all over the blank canvass lying before my vivid imagination.
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