Claret Tension Of Park Minju.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Red started as blush, slow burn that creep up neck, then blossomed. We understood the language of that hue, it wasn't a facile flush of human passion. No. It was the raw, arterial thrum of determination. We called it like, “Bloom! We are beautiful, aren't…

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Red started as blush, slow burn that creep up neck, then blossomed. We understood the language of that hue, it wasn't a facile flush of human passion. No. It was the raw, arterial thrum of determination. We called it like, “Bloom! We are beautiful, aren't…

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lanterns of towering buildings rise through the wild, contemplation under a reddening moon. sweat lingers in echoing dimness, a fading image in love that shows no care. footsteps inside shadows, ribs pierced in a heart turning red. tears will never become laughter, a red sky without sorrow. tree branches split, bleeding red, i fall into a chasm carved by weeping. contemplation and laughter cannot end, breath becomes ragged. the dimness of a reddening sky will not always bloom, red roses bleeding like blood. as if flying with an unseen angel, heading to swamps in the dimness of sumbawa. this body falls as if struck by seven thousand shards of glass, becoming the blood of the moon. these eyes feel like closing because they have no feeling left. an invisible wing appears on a back full of graceful tension. with a white dress lifted, a candle lantern lights the dimness of a red night. it never arrives though full of worry, we live in the contemplation of winged angels.

hearts red like eternal blood. when dimness comes we will never tower, i give you a red ribbon that is firmly attached to our hearts. these white wings look beautiful though unseen by both eyes, a key within a key without grief. we are angels towering in a chasm, though struck by events we will not become a powerless scar. we will live, alive in a world full of bloom in a world of claret tension. we are fallen angels but not become cries of fall. when the sky turns red it will become a love full of meaningful soul. candles will burn to light our world. our wings have lived! a slashed wound becomes a love that cares, never a foundation of grief. we will call that love “living angel living angel with wings! with a red heart full of soul.” look with the eyes you were given, fix your gaze on the towering lantern of an angel in a white dress with a red heart.
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A STORY OF ANGEL HEART WINGS:
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under the shade of the white clouds filled with clear consonants, an invisible wing will always fly! the white dresses i wear seem to be the thread of my soul. even if they fall into the red earth it won’t be full of story hugs. we drop of blood that becomes water becomes not careless with the angel princess, a person in a white dress falls but will not be easily separated! will be a bond of love full of red hearts tied with a red ribbon. as if it will be wrapped around the body but will never fade in the fading sun, even though becomes a fallen angel.

shine—
in the red musings
HEART–ANGEL–FALLEN.

shout in red pearl—
red-bloom clouds

one night is coming! full in the night like blood red, but it will not be a reason to remain silent. full of a calm spirit of life. we are fallen angels, will not set. but it will be implied In the redness of tension.

ready with the claret tension cage house angel? 𓏲ּ𝄢
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