Clara Bow xii. Despite the inner turmoil, she never lost her sparkle, still as genuine as the morning dew glistening on a petal in ‘75s vulnerabilities tale.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ 𓆩𓋈𓆪⠀
ㅤ ㅤ Tis I, the versatile tagging service
ㅤ ㅤ whose aptitude saunters blithely to
ㅤ ㅤ a very own cottage of eden ought
ㅤ ㅤ to beaming my rays, “𝑻𝒉’ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆…”ㅤ
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