begging your pardon

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Dear YOU⋯yOu⋯YoU⋯ —
On a certain day, at a certain hour
searching for something
from the sacred place you live your life,
you will stumble on this page.

I will not be begging your pardon for it,
but politely, I will inform you
that once you get here,
you'll be taken into a parallel future
out of the past, then back to your future.

You'll be letting the fairies that exist
hidden in a corner of your mind
to complete my stories, enough to beautify
your soul, wrapped already, in my love…

(the best…)

MyDigiArt 📸✨

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