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βͺ POETS β« β±. . the gusts speak of bygone days, as the tide meets the sandy bays. in the autumn of life, we seek the truth, in the myths of old, we find our youth. i, x.com/autumnseahorse | εεΎ·ε©ζζ. β
βͺ POETS β« β±. . the gusts speak of bygone days, as the tide meets the sandy bays. in the autumn of life, we seek the truth, in the myths of old, we find our youth. i, x.com/autumnseahorse | εεΎ·ε©ζζ. β