Evanesce
In the whisper of a moonlit stream that trickles over jagged rocks,
in the rustle of mottled deers in oak pine forests,
A layered womb pulses to infinity,
A fertile spark aches,
an eternal light flickers, waiting to be smothered by its own sibling rays
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Quite beauteous, really love
Regina
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Sincere thanks, Regina, for
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