Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. پس از زیبایی استوار. برای روز ما ترس هوایی که ما تنفس میکنیم. کامل چیزهایی که در شعر.
... We're here, only to replace the air. On nights where the city lights shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding
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