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I've roasted a wealth of exotic things
Mist in the tempest from a foreign fling
An angelic voice harkens her sing
Ideas permeate through the Blackened brew
Shadows dancing , contorted hues
Miracle mile chilly winds , eyes ice blue
Published 4th Sep 2022
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