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My fingertips grant the sunlit’s wish to slip through the vacant lucarne, the rose-scented capacity infused softly upon the just brewed morrow tea. Caressing the blanched blush petals of roses on billet, the thorns, tenderly not viciously touched my hands without the intent to wound. Oh... With what verses am I supposed to refine this scheme of grace. The sort cradle me on every dawning. On the bed of roses by the balm fluttering fancy-free in the canopy. From the auroral rosy, to the sallow blush overlooked. From perished to thrive celestially again: Marking the line by roses as to etch solace through devout friendships society, @eSeoyeon. ♥️
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Forwarded fromAmélie Zhu.
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