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How dost retire of life feels like Last aery scent

How dost retire of life feels like
Last aery scent of worldly breeze
The marching beats it last music
I seeketh aware in timing freeze

How wilt taste few second fragrance 
On gyring globe no more for walk
To mein.the crawling legs hapless
How act wilt be cravest busy bald talk
At moment last, when nearest stand
Eternal sleeping bed for absence breath

I seeketh corest trench by heart
Taste eternal bed, called omen bad
Tis mundane coward balds, affright
Not i, nor utter i and reality discard
If hath i wish, it wouldst be taste last breath OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATpicflower
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How dost retire of life feels like
Last aery scent of worldly breeze
The marching beats it last music
I seeketh aware in timing freeze

How wilt taste few second fragrance 
On gyring globe no more for walk
To mein.the crawling legs hapless
How act wilt be cravest busy bald talk
At moment last, when nearest stand
Eternal sleeping bed for absence breath

I seeketh corest trench by heart
Taste eternal bed, called omen bad
Tis mundane coward balds, affright
Not i, nor utter i and reality discard
If hath i wish, it wouldst be taste last breath OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATpicflower
• A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ 

Collab with your soulful words.✨ 

• Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts 

• Please maintain the aesthetics.