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porcelain bloom... serene
ㅤ twilight petaled grace with a hush
ㅤ hush spun in morning ’s hush—light. 💮

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a murmur of spring etched in breathlight, a verse nestled deep within the folds of gentle hours, petal by petal, as if time whispered them awake.

always held close, like
a promise threaded in dusk.
always near, quietly
eternal. 🌺🐑

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dawn hums her hymn by painting
the hush, &’ greet mine by
tracing a thought into breath. 🪽
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(beneath the hushlight
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ of golden hush.)

ㅤㅤglimmer where petalwinds linger and
ㅤㅤwhittle the hush into glisten,
ㅤㅤshe leans the stem near verso
ㅤㅤwhirl ’s note, the veil of hushspill
ㅤㅤonce hummed dim around her.