Behind the veils of the night lives this creature who brings offerings to love but only and only when a shudder of love was felt.
serious tones of love shudder are the one who makes senses to think before the thought is coming to life and then....a divine feeling is born from the
ash of the old one.
the thrill of love shudders somewhere in the corner of the night where a forgotten candle light of the old love rests
forever in her beautiful grave made of golden flowers ornate with dying endless diamonds glittering like the eyes of an angel with broken wings.
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