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a fluttering gossamer tease
the veil twirls in the gentle breeze
like a silken flag unfurled
it beckons to the world
a token of lifelong trust
a bond that won't ever rust
it drapes a face of pure bliss,
leaving the longing for a mere glimpse
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
