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a dream of hazy touch
this is my azure breath tracing patterns in the breaking surf a sigh for the silence, swallowed by whales of laughing indifference.
I enjoy nurturing mirrors and the fools of my court. these fantasies that sprinkle faux moonlight.
discontent settles as a parachuting meteor hot with urgency. a slap from a soft touch I am no villain and these are no angels.
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