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Scouring the scales, one bitter memory withers, scalloping like a dandelion, aimlessly he tethers, time crumples, tears stifle the dunes, your past is now a balsam, swivelling in ruins. 🌱 touch me not, for my dismay is a withdrawal symptom. All rights reserved ©️
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