˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. Spoiler ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.
✨“Yours”, I implored
Poet lifted his head and gritted, “Mine.”
Now I understood. Both of those words meant the same thing, because each one was intertwined.
Like ribbons. ✨
I AM WEAK
— Jul 16, 2026 08:19AM
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