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[nikea_fenriz]

His figure leaning on the doorway in the faint backlight, contoured with the rembrandt-like lines, missing tiny ugly angels at his feet. I could just stare, I believe. You walk through the room, like breathing was easy, although it isn’t for you. Tracing your body with fingers, blindly learning your features, getting to know, shelving among

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[ithuriell]

You know, I could sign with both hands under the last three posts here.
They just feel so... right. And they describe what I've been feeling lately so perfectly like if these were my own words. Though of course they aren't.

It's beautiful.