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On my way into   the chamber of the rose I saw there was no rose a thorn is on the door! Slash it cut it bin it off I did these all only to grow many more! I took a chance without drawing close with a pinch of salt I played a creative stroke. Ah did I rub the Aladdin’s lamp now it seems to talk? Fostering an array of whispers we tend to build a bubble. Only to realise I am still outside at the door! Mediating with the thorn yet to art over to the rose.
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
Art Over To The Rose
On my way into   the chamber of the rose I saw there was no rose a thorn is on the door! Slash it cut it bin it off I did these all only to grow many more! I took a chance without drawing close with a pinch of salt I played a creative stroke. Ah did I rub the Aladdin’s lamp now it seems to talk? Fostering an array of whispers we tend to build a bubble. Only to realise I am still outside at the door! Mediating with the thorn yet to art over to the rose.
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
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