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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. 🪽
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