TYUNTHERA’s LAST CALL.

permit the decorum politeness before transmit missive. @tyunthera casement ravenously devouring night's serenity. promise of blooming peach-orchard wave from ripeness. dauntless souls, be swift. abandon them now, for atmosphere grows dense and stifles breath. utter not those syllables of affection, for utterance seals doom: (1987.) ㅤㅤ ㅤ  ㅤtumble headlong from ㅤㅤ  precipice into descents ㅤㅤ  acquiescence ’& scion.    “albeit──competence, crawl back.”     nightshade aptitude into dream ✽ ㅤ