𖡻 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘯⸒ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗈𝗋⸼
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on the serene dell, she blossomed in beauty, to
never get dissolved by the winds, to always gush
sweet nectars to the ground. of the archangels'
tears, her soul arose, with clarity in pearls which
depicted one elysian field's tulip. she is a gentle
medley of all tender things, no thorns stuck out
of the skin, no bloods seeping fast the wounds,
yet remains undefeated. her shield is ethereal
splendor she brought.
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