Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. Poggia su bellezza. Per Le Giornate Temiamo L'aria che respiriamo. Le cose perfette in Poesia.
... : 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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