❨ ... ᭧ ... ❩ The malignant light blinds me into a drunken haze, intoxicating my toes until my body begins to dance, thoughtlessly: countenances closed, arms open, godly, peaceful, robust. Why doesn’t everyone raise their arms to the grateful empyrean amongst soak in the golden bath of golden sunlight, to heartstring toward once in their lives golden.
𖥟 .. (Upstair Hindrance.) SORTED OUT!
Much obliged, @Cnoire Close Order just for a while.
Please don’t leave this channel, and consistently
escort us in another batch. For any
tendency, could reach our bot or personal chat,
folks! See you in another gates.
🩸 SHOW UP THE REJOINDER:
Why do we seem alone in my gentle curve while they seem bland and gray, straight lined lips across their face, a line of soldiers, unforgiving and unbreakable. Why do I only feel joy?
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