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🧁˚₊𖢷 . . . The clock is ticking and there is no more place to hide under this murky skies. Keeping things in order, the shelter decided to give 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 for anyone in need.
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˚₊ ꒰ 🎀 ₊ ♡
There is 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 on my tongue, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 streams down my veins, and 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 sits there with 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 on top! We was ought to be happy, side by side, yet catastrophe decided to bury us where breath was scarce . . .
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ꔛ . • ◌ clouds drifting slowly towards rays of sunshine, as path to the shelter becomes clear. Earlier access will be granted to one of each, where sugar-coated refuge awaits in warmth.
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˚₊ ꒰ 🎀 ₊ ♡
There is 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 on my tongue, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 streams down my veins, and 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 sits there with 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 on top! We was ought to be happy, side by side, yet catastrophe decided to bury us where breath was scarce . . .
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