Serene. Enchanted. Radiant. Hazy. Moonlit. Daydream.
Es un destino que colorea todas las bóvedas de un corazón.
El corazón que alguna vez fue de color lila.
Maybe the devil's grave is a clue to my perplexed curiosity of misunderstood conversation, Maybe the character is someone who hid August in his blustery rain of gifted affectation.
Maybe the ruins of a castle recited an apology Dearly departed my metal birds Maybe I've spent hours writing these flowers But long gone were my twisted words.
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