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.
...shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding to one on the other side. We aren't the perfect things in poetry
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