Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Ambivalence. Па прыгажосці Рэшткі. Для дні мы Страх Паветра, якім мы дыхаем. Амбівалентнасць.
...without meaning if filled by loveless days. In our beauty, we thrive in motion to each other. In contentment and suspense. Forced to obey the wishes of the heart, we
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