- Heart Post -

I will always learn from each puncture needle that scratched my hands, because I am a weaver of time.

Thousand and one reasons was unable to beat rock shelter behind a yearning thick moss.

Although mistakes ash paid off by a spark of honesty.

Reverie was unable to bring it around full of rippling clouds.

Emptiness is no longer a true friend of solitude.

Wings could not deliver the souls who were hungry for the flames of love.

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