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Scented Hellebore
Winds in my poetic quiver haunting bohemian
cello. For what is love without a song echoing
drums of a distant shore? In Twilight Odyssey
dancing to Rachmaninoff. With scented Hellebore
and oboes to ferry me to an enchanted home
of gingerbread, and mushroom domes.
cello. For what is love without a song echoing
drums of a distant shore? In Twilight Odyssey
dancing to Rachmaninoff. With scented Hellebore
and oboes to ferry me to an enchanted home
of gingerbread, and mushroom domes.
Published 19th Jul 2024
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