π²πππππ πΌππ’π, πΈπΆπΈπΌ.
The fleeting clarityβ
of worlds, opposing truths,
coexisting:
a voice,
a pull,
a reflective edge where the unformed brushes against formβ
that is a rare kind of beauty..
One that belongs not to things,
but to the space between them.
π
β°β±β°β±β°β±β«·β«Έ
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