January 19, 2024 10:29 PM |
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From these wounds, where the shadows cry, the moon will rise, a promise that must be kept. In the darkest night, where pain resides, a silver beacon in the heavenly steps.
Every scar is a story etched in the sky, a whispered lullaby, a silent answer. Under the canvas a cosmic sea, a healing constellation, a symphony.
From the depths of pain, a phoenix was born, feathers woven with tears, adorning the cosmic. In the echo of heartbreak, the tough tune, of these wounds, the moon will faint.
With the grace of the moon, he dances on the scars, a heavenly dance under the shining stars. A comforting caress for a wounded soul, a heavenly caress to make us whole.
Moonlight spilled like liquid solace, bringing hope where shadow had promised. From these wounds, heavenly gifts, the moon will rise, with gentle eyes.
So, at night, hug the sky, let the moon comfort, let the pain subside. For in moonlight healing, hope emerges from broken dreams.
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Solo, Friday, January 19 2024. 10:24 pm
Suko Waspodo
2024-01-19 15:29:00
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