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The BookshopA whirlwind of leaves. / the warm gust on my face, / the thick smell of coffee,

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ElysiumYour love was dangerous. / Like the beauty of a siren, / it drew me in.

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BurningFeel no shame for what you are, / Bask in your brief glory, / For we are all food for worms.

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