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Darkness Approaching in Made Shadowed Voice

Sunny warmer daytime's ease changes itself, a little colder and gradual shadowing.


How could be daytime's heyday made to another thing?
Once shadowy converted mode must do all a little bit warning.


For securing each body, anybody could cross own clothes.


To anybody, shadowed voice could be sensed, at own all skin, but actually internally bodily hunch makes us watch and precautious.


Darkness has no ambiguity, chilliness neither.


Daytime must be only at daily recollection.


How could we reacquire refreshened warmth?


Shadowed voice makes each know in the end chilliness sensing which is independently left to anybody.
Any left thing is on the same.


Shadowed voice makes each core have another mind, filled mess which is impudently gifted to any body.
Any left swing is on the same.


Only darkness approaching would be shared to anybody.


No body tries to whistle to shadowed voice, only anybody whispers it in mind.
"What will you send us in perfection made by darkness?"


Whitened breathing could be seen in it, but how we could survive now coming another season is just up to each core.


Reason to live with any shadow is up to each core, and that awareness to any other's it.






Oct. 18th.     2021