ℭ𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔟.𝔭𝔬𝔢

To be delicate beyond appearance

Not defined by shaped alone.

Some slender, some softly rounded,

all differently formed,

all beautifully made.

Different shades of light and earth,

each one carrying her own kind of glow,

each one worthy of admiration.

Different shades

All attractive

The ones that thrill you,

the ones that catch the eye,

the ones that linger in thought

fascinating in affairs and essence,

in presence.

The quiet imprint of her haze

Moves through spaces unseen

Like air that remembers where she stood.

Following it

Not chasing

Just feeling

What refuses to leave

Soft blossoms gather in hidden layers,

In hues of blush and pink as dawn

With violets deep and colors untold,

Painted in a hundred shades.

Their petals silken, softly ruffled,

Or gleaming with a waxen sheen,

Nestled between the tender curves

You pull confidence from places

I buried long ago

With a single glance

You soften the war inside my head

And somehow your eyes

Made a home out of everything

I spent years trying to hide

Because when you look at me

I don’t see failure

Or damage

Or all the ways I thought I fell short

I see what you see

Something worth holding

Something worth loving

Something still shining beneath the weight of it all

I was a diamond in the rough

Buried under self-doubt and survival

But your hands never tried to change me

They just brushed away the dirt

Until your love became something I could carry

Without needing to reach for you

I feel secure in your love

Even from miles away

You still make me feel seen

P.S. I just miss my Sweetie

I can no longer show you

You’re no longer here.

You meant more than words could hold,

And you left without a sound.

My heart aches for our memories

The days you brought light

To my struggling life of shame.

You softened my grief,

Took him out of the frame.

You held me with your presence,

Steady on my hand.

You gave me strength to break my frown,

Pulled me from the walls within,

And soothed my loathing pain.

I see you still

Climbing higher than your little body should,

Claiming branches like they were made for you.

You’d pause at the top,

Lift your spiked orange head,

And stare into the open sky

As if you understood something I didn’t.

Spring belonged to you.

Sun on your scales,

Curiosity in every careful step.

And at night

You were only soft and mellow.

Tucking yourself beneath my chin,

Your small warmth against my throat,

Breathing slow,

As if my heartbeat was enough.

How I fear what I’ve gained

Since you left

I wasn’t ready for this stage.

I don’t feel the same.

I yearn for the little things

Watching you through the glass,

Waiting for you to notice my voice

And turn your head toward me.

I want this ache to pass.

Gazpacho.

Even typing your name,

I choke on an invisible grip.

I still haven’t let out that scream.

You were spiked orange and gentle.

Wild and calm all at once.

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒

𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝑔𝑜

𝒿𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒿𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹

𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒

𝐼'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝑒

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽

𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎

𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝑒

𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻

𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃

𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹

-𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒷𝒷_𝓅𝑜𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝑒 ✨

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇

𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎

𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒

𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽

𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽

𝑜𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓉

𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽

𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓍𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹

𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹

𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑒

𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒

𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝓈

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒹

𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝒶 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓁

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒

𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹

𝒶 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻

𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈

𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹

𝑜𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹

𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒

𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎

𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 🥀

𝒟𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓊𝓂𝓅?

𝒜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃

𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒?

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 ....

𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝓉, 𝑜𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒

𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹, 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌

𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜

𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹

𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒢𝒶𝓏𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑜

𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑜 𝓁𝑜 𝒶𝓂𝑜

𝓂𝒾 𝒢𝒶𝓏𝓅𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑜

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈

𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹

𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒶𝓂

𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝓎

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒

𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎

𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓏𝓎

𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝐼 𝓇𝓊𝒷 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃

𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝑒

𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎

𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌

𝓃𝓊𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈

𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹

𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒

𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉

𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉

𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃

𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅

𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈

𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓉𝒽

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈

𝐼 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈

𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽

𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁

𝓈𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒

𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑒

𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎

𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒿𝑜𝓎

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼

𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹

𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒

𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽

𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝑒

𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒