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Temple of the Temporal
Feathers flock together,
Flitter -
From the bitter
Of
The wind
Chill,
Into an acrostic
Spill -
Transitioning
To
Illusion
Painted
Illusion
Destined for diffusion
Like
A dream
Of things that are and are
Not
That which they
Seem…
Yet as sacred
As we
Deem.
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