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𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗘𝗧! (𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺.) 📞 +34-44-83. Repose: Vein, 15. \ Not-A-Poem. Dusk enfoldeth the realm in silken murk, and the firmalume doth coquet with the umberdrift; vermilune streaks meandereth 'cross the lake's aequaface like whispered flame. In that hushèd gloam, the lothalume bloometh—mute, sacral—upon water that pulseth with gleeglow’d thrum. “Wast thou ever mine at all...? Spoken not!” Cracked: (Bleeding.) Sovereign S.🩸