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Last published Tue, Feb 18, 2025
The tales of a fire banished under sea, of a rock chipped by time, of a tree torn between lives, of a sword rusted with pride, of a tiara embellished with sin, of a pocket watch ticking without aim, of a fish dying for love, of a feather bright to be seen, of a leaf withering to aid, of a soul lost once more.
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corny poetry about my love life
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