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‌‌    ‌ Long for Sweet chambers Of this Palace Water of violet of its fountains Flowed in peace down its walls Marble down its chill halls Moon glowed Mirrored No drought in its Nocturnal embrace And satin enwombed Us Into a sweet tomb Brought What ever & who ever When bells call Into its satin womb Sweetly We fall Back I am capable of doing Impossible things Inside of my crimson chamber You know As I travel The marks on skin glow & Songs have no shape Songs have no shape ‌‌    ‌
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May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
Solace
‌‌    ‌ Long for Sweet chambers Of this Palace Water of violet of its fountains Flowed in peace down its walls Marble down its chill halls Moon glowed Mirrored No drought in its Nocturnal embrace And satin enwombed Us Into a sweet tomb Brought What ever & who ever When bells call Into its satin womb Sweetly We fall Back I am capable of doing Impossible things Inside of my crimson chamber You know As I travel The marks on skin glow & Songs have no shape Songs have no shape ‌‌    ‌
YlangYlang
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May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
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