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Sign up now Already have an account? Sign inI offer this bouquet of white and yellow chrysanthemums, Each one is filled with honey and sand. The tender warm soil under my toes, the soul of infinite lives through my fingertips.
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Sign up now Already have an account? Sign inWe played these games. Lifted pictures frame by frame. When death came to fetch me, I tangled him in my web. Smiled.
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun's relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
Old bonds strain against the weight of flesh, two souls are bound by cosmic forces, delicately balanced between fire and shadow.
At the barrier of Many Faces, a soul shrouded in gold ventures into an ethereal realm. Dreams rise like mercury, elusive and untold, while koi swim in spirals beneath closed eyes, weaving memories that flicker, fade, and endure.