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Nautilus🐚
I was a nymph to nicotine,
I never thought of neon as my niche
But deep within my nautilus
Was seen the natal aura of my birth.
That once I breached the atmosphere,
And reached the nettle of the nunnery,
I sought nomadic northern town,
And dreamt a dervish spun by stable crèche.
Take gourd of wine in offering,
And climb the path in every footstep’s press,
Till candle light of sunset’s day;
To rest, restore and be reborn again.
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