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Flourish the flower,

Hold it keep inside,

Cauldron of flame bathrobe,

Coloring the book in shadow,

The stars align in brimming night,

Cataracts opening eyes,

The blinded walk-in side of aisle,

She didn't know which way was right,

Yet holding to the arms in bellows,

A shimmering midnight flight.

🌷(2)

◄ fleeting me

clay bells ringing ►

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