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where there is love, there is calm in chaos, warmth in winter, certain in vagueness
there is constant when everything's temporary

where love goes, flowers bloom in scorched lands, rain falls after months of drought, skies were never dull,
and there is you at the end of my arms

༊*·˚myeowning

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