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𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 shatters its gage to the assembly of the twilight under the crescent moon and stardust. The beauty of a paris city leaves scraps in the 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒚-𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 caress of lanterns and butterflies in the essential rhyme of the phrase beauty. A lodging yond sheds a million memories of bullshit and betrayal, love sprouts and edges in a lodging known f’r its perfection— what a shame. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 did blow that lady hair from the gust of the night wind yond did sweep hence the opaque side of severe memories. That lady beauty and dignity art proof yond being quite quaint is still not enow to beest did love. The lady is thrilling, like a village pinnacle yond is an emblem of beauty on the side of the 𝐄𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. Unfortunate f’r fate, the lady wast not did strike by yond dark sheet. That lady awakening would intimidate the demons coequal from whither the lady resided, the quite quaint mistress with that lady formidable charm hadst seal’d the last phrase in that lady 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 reminiscence. Oh, sir! thee has’t awaken’d the 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐭’𝐬 soul from that lady dark meditation. Thee shall taketh a reward f’r the actions yond pierc’d the recesses of that lady heart, the mistress hast taken an holidam of revenge. Elegance and discreet; the intimidation of that lady terrifying aura wast too fierce to penetrate. The wooden boat did float from the amethyst of dry dew, the brown leaves did scatter and the evident beads of that 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬’ windows hadst end'd. The mistress hadst withdrawn, to the side yond yearn’d f’r that lady masterpiece of beauty. The city of paris bears witness to the silence of the burial of lacking valor memories. Under the reflection of the celestial moon, Aphrodite in another form is captivating and terrifying. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚, 𝑴𝒓𝒔. (Your Name).