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‹ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺
𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘴
"𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦"
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,
𝗂 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
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Poetrya caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》
