ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ | #Alcapone’s Pen, | Florida, ... ‘🖋, | ’Nother Fortnight. | 19th April, 2024. For a moment—a new cosmic love, Splintered for voracity over reconnaissance’s amendable necessity. Starting line washes me clean: portrayal o’er omnious gleam, #Brownie once ameliorated sweetness. Penumbral and death inside one soul’s breath, equivocate the spell I was under, “Handcuffed to its ecstatic joy.” Prescience timeless being, perilymph mirador revealed the sheen of stunned vague THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT ❦ IDR. 9.000. {One last script amidst my last trip to your shore: the story isn’t ours anymore.} ㅤ