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white irises
those spirits
stood,
formed
their scene,
their naked
refreshing
wild arrays,
each communed
together,
to fuse
precisely,
polished white
mouths,
those columns
aching
to smile.
stood,
formed
their scene,
their naked
refreshing
wild arrays,
each communed
together,
to fuse
precisely,
polished white
mouths,
those columns
aching
to smile.
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