Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. Dès Beauté Repose. Pour les jours où nous Fear The Air We Breathe. Les choses parfaites Dans Poésie.
...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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