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She cannot leave

Her structured soul explodes in want, and wanderlust still.. she cannot leave. A restlessness dissolves, beneath her skin still.. she dreams

Looking glass

Gathered in the prophet, of a looking glass you echo... my beliefs in idyll-rendered kiss. Poet, in the offing you've ransomed me... to this

A Summer's Patience 

Inner prose she offers, an immortal invitation. Find, her deeper meaning veiled, between a word temptation timed, within a summer's patience

Word flaunt

Phrase that stands, as witness a Poet flare of flaunt... and shine. Adventuring, as words, once stuck... shake free to leave the past, behind

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