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She willed in tempered frosts that hidden, without consternation the pew should call his name Pale pink shadow, of hushed cheek Knowing her rose in origin, and passages through, a shameful pride began his edifice, as her joys sculpted his rituals
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
Their Rosary Prayers
She willed in tempered frosts that hidden, without consternation the pew should call his name Pale pink shadow, of hushed cheek Knowing her rose in origin, and passages through, a shameful pride began his edifice, as her joys sculpted his rituals
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
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