pleonasm

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CreativeDigiArt πŸ“Έ✨ CMP-©-un-p-tit-je-ne-sais-quoiπŸ“œπŸͺΆ


Imagination is just like facts.
It's just as much as reality.
It's like an intense, unknowing love.
It's as deep, or perhaps even more
focused than a shared but not
materialized love. A love, which
regardless of its form, doesn't waste
any twinkle in gestures, or words
that can't always be expressed but
constantly appears on this day, D13.
That's the truest truth… And yes,
it's a pleonasm, à la ᡏᴼᡏᴼ
more or less………….bad as hell
tchin-tchin πŸ₯‚

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