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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 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
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.
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