Golden Strides upon metallic stilts like a Lion’s Teeth drifting in a steady wind across a petrified playground.
A distant, a sweet residue
she is,
one— I can no longer visualize in my dreams.
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A distant, a sweet residue
she is,
one— I can no longer visualize in my dreams.
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We are ever evolving…great read
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Many blessings Queen! Indeed we are ♥
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