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Beneath a sky bruised with forgotten
songs, golden laughter turned to dust
between trembling fingers. A painting
half-finished, ⠀a melody ⠀half-sung,
cradled by the hush of lost summers.
A vow whispered to wilted fields,
to be kept in another life.
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In another life, two souls shall hold
what Bnuuy once held dear. A gift,
fleeting as spring rain, awaits the
lucky hearts. Would you reach out,
if fate offered one more chance?
Only until May 7th, 7 PM (GMT+7),
before the dream slips away.
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