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ค โฑ ห . blue lace ๐ชปwith the light of heaven from an angel ( เฑจเง ) there, illuminating my deep bedroom. With a fewโwords given, I am willing to be one of them ๐.
๐rightening all the places and arranging all the things.
the beauty wants to clean this house โโ
so that it can be occupied by her.
So fascinated by some antiques, so poetry. ๐
โ๐ฃฟ. Left behind by the residents of this house.
๐rightening all the places and arranging all the things.
the beauty wants to clean this house โโ
so that it can be occupied by her.
So fascinated by some antiques, so poetry. ๐
โ๐ฃฟ. Left behind by the residents of this house.
With burgundy ink planting the paper with her new property โก๐ เฃช ๐ฌ๐
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Channel name was changed to ยซ๐. the pale moonโs weeping ๐ยป
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เฑจเง Loct. 1998 โs : "The Shattered Orbit"
ใ คใ คโโ. The heavens once held three, but now only the indigo void remains.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คShe wanders through the azure-haze,
ใ คใ คใ คใ คA ghost of a celestial court, trailing silver ribbons that catch the dust of fallen stars.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คTo look upon her is to see a reflection of a moon, that no longer shinesโcold, quiet, and perfectly blue เญต โก .. ๐๐
ยฉ ใ ใผใณใกใคใใณ Moon (โ&.) 10:31 ๐๐ ๐ค
เฑจเง Loct. 1998 โs : "The Shattered Orbit"
ใ คใ คโโ. The heavens once held three, but now only the indigo void remains.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คShe wanders through the azure-haze,
ใ คใ คใ คใ คA ghost of a celestial court, trailing silver ribbons that catch the dust of fallen stars.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คTo look upon her is to see a reflection of a moon, that no longer shinesโcold, quiet, and perfectly blue เญต โก .. ๐
ยฉ ใ ใผใณใกใคใใณ Moon (โ&.) 10:31 ๐
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(ใใณ) The stars are merely splinters ๐ โฃ of her broken heart, scattered across the velvet sky. ๐
๏น๏น๏น๏น๏นเญจเญง๏น๏น๏น๏น๏น
ใ ค เฃช แฅดโแฆฑ She is the Damselette of the deep blue, แชค the maiden who dances on the edge of the abyss.(ใซใฏใค)๐งญ
ใ ค๐ฏ๏ธฉ๏ธช๐น When she sings, the world turns to ice, and the moon bows its head in mourning for the sister it lost to the shadows:3!
๏น๏น๏น๏น๏นเญจเญง๏น๏น๏น๏น๏น
ใ ค เฃช แฅดโแฆฑ She is the Damselette of the deep blue, แชค the maiden who dances on the edge of the abyss.(ใซใฏใค)
ใ ค๐ฏ๏ธฉ๏ธช
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๐. the pale moonโs weeping ๐
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เฑจเง The Seelieโs Last Songใใใ
๐๐ (.. ใใใฐ) : Her voice is a tide that pulls at (&.) the soul, a sapphire melody echoing in the hollows of Zapolyarny. ^โคโค^โโ She wears the wings of a forgotten era, dusted with the frost of a thousand winters. โก.. ๐ช There is no warmth in her light, only the pale, flickering memory of a sun that died before the world began. rRrrR ๐ฆน____๐ฆน ๐ฆฎ
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