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Faith In Teacups
In my lucidity of nakedness composed, sculpted rose of twilight. Sounding cliché like a baby's breath of everlasting love. In shadow shades of life's infinite story. With a scent of silence orbiting the winds of talcum's purity and innocence. Nakedness is the intimacy of the sculpted rose. Beneath the sky of diamonds and the azimuth's azure, with faith in teacups and nature's crumpets. Dancing to the fife of the good life.
Published 7th Feb 2023
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