⊹ ࣪ ˖⠀⠀ ┈─ 🪽 ⠀⠀ ❛ nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and it is turned into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was always just red. ❜ ⁎ ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀very much so… i assumed celestial entities were supposed to blend within the crowd , to evade suspicion but… seems like that isn’t the case .
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