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๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ โก ๐ฟ๐๐ ๋ฐฉํ.
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฌ
๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐. ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๊น ๏นซ๐ป๐๐
๐๐๐พ๐บ๐ & ๐ข๐ ๐๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ โ
๏นโก๏น โโ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐พ
๐ข๐ฉ โ ์ผ๊ณฑ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐
โ โ โ โ โ
with names.
replace โnameโ with your name using messletters.com. substitua o โnameโ pelo seu nome usando o site messletters.com.
๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ โฟ์ผ ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ.
๐ง๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ท๐ด ๐๐ธ๐๐ท๐ด๐๐ด๐ณ
๐ง๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ.
๐ง๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ
without names.
๐บ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ
๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ค๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ค แตแถ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๏ผ ๐ณ๐พ๐ ๐ด.
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐.
๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ โ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ง๐.
๐ฒ. ๐ฅ โ ๆฎต่ฝ
๐ญ๐ต๐ด๐ฒ. ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ เฑจเง ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ
์ ์ยน โฟ. ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐บ โโโ ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐
๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐. โฅ๏ธ์์ โ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐ข๐ค. ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ผ ๋์
๐๐๐ ๏ผ โ ์ดฌ์โ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ
[ .. ]
๐ฒ๐ฒ.
like if using. credit is appreciated
๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ถ๐ผ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐จ๐ด เซฎ โค โค เพเฝฒแ circle icons ! โ
โ โ
โ โ
figo, art
lenรงospรกlidos, write in a journalโher thoughts drift into the quiet places where rain becomes memory and memory becomes abrigo.
โ โ โุดููุงุก โ escrito na margem de um verso.
โ โก โ ยท โ โ Hรกโde existir um espaรงo teu entre minhas costelas.
โ โ ๏ผ ๆน่ถ ๏ผ ๐ต ma-tcha ยท chรก verde moรญdo โ
โ โ
where art learns to ache.
carta aberta aos jardins que me enterraram: โ โ
os lรกpis que seguram meu corpo quando eu desabo nรฃo fazem barulho; apenas repousam sobre a mesa como pequenas vigas de madeira frรกgil, sustentando o peso que eu nรฃo admito carregar. hรก algo neles que conhece minhas frestas, que entende a distรขncia entre o que digo e o que tremo. quando o mundo inclina, sรฃo esses objetos miรบdos โ grafite, madeira, poeira de apontador โ que me devolvem ao chรฃo, que recolhem a tinta que escapa dos meus pulsos, que puxam de volta a parte de mim que tenta ir embora.
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