Scent of greasepaint lingers, as doth a line rehears’d too oft to forget. Ingénue who-vainished-ere. ‘’I live now not for hope. Memory, nor. For presence: Endureth love, though mind decayeth ‘𖬺. years consume. (I,—@milmf)
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